Sitting by the trickling stream, I rested in the sun, damselflies zipping under the bridge upon which I sat, playfully enjoying our shared space. The task at hand for this prayer period is to listen for the name which comes up--the name for this group. Instead what emerges in the hot sun is the memory of the Samaritan woman at the well. "You are Living Water for my people."
Even in the drought this stream, which should be a river according to the map, gives life to the damselflies that dance and the rest of the creation here, so sorely in need of life-giving water. Even a wee bit of water can bring life. It is enough and I feel myself rejuvenated.
Peace,
Suzanne
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