
Their watery movements elicit a sense of contentment, a sense that all is well with me in the moment. And so it is. The fountains remind me that I am in process, on the move inwardly. They stir that inner knowing that The One Who Is The Water Of Life is flowing over and around my soul. And a longing to become one with that Water Of Life dips into the well of my heart and pours contentment over me.
One day, I and the Fountain of Life will cascade fully and perfectly together. In the waiting time, I will see fountains, remember, and hope.
Day eight of the Thirty Days of Seeing
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