There are days when I 'feel' like a dry well. But when I run to Him each morning and wait, patiently, yet at times not so patiently, He has filled this well.
Ever have those days?
My prayer life is a daily-'As you go' kind-doesn't end in the bedroom alone with Him, and as I hang the fabric, I see me in these pieces...being blown by Him to clean out the dirt, give me a freshness.
Does anyone notice that I'm hanging out to dry these days as they wander by me?
Let the dirt stay on the knife.
Yet, I'm sure, His knife is much larger, yet more delicate for our hearts.
Living Water that makes me giggly~
I desperately need You.