It’s not all dry
In fact there’s this river winding it’s way through sometimes parched places.
Blood streaming river, grace river, provision river.
And even back then he (Moshe) struck a rock when told and the water gushed out.
He struck a Rock and Water gushed out?!
Water and blood when the Rock was struck, stricken.
I’m stricken that I don’t SEE it all bled out for me. FOR ME!!!
Why stand on the shore, rant about the dry land when there’s this frothing invitation right there.
Cascading
Deep
Filling
Satisfying
Never thirsty again
Stream
I lunge (lunged then and forgot then too when the sun stacked high, soul scorching life and I became an Israelite wandering, murmuring) in.
Immersed
Why not every. single. day?
There’s a river of life flowing out of ….. me.
I choose
this again.
Despite distractions, the vaunted bellowing about the state of things, everywhere.
There’s a river!
Ha ha! There’s a river. What am I doing?
Provision: cleansing, thirst quenching, re-creating, restful, irrigating everything, this river.
Yes. Still and again.
You?
perspective 
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