On the last and greatest day of the festival, Jesus stood and said in a loud voice, “Let anyone who is thirsty come to me and drink. Whoever believes in me, as Scripture has said, rivers of living water will flow from within them. ~John 7:37-38
I have been waking up weary; mentally exhausted. Yet, I have been pushing through, running on fumes. I have been honest with God, but I think I have been trying to "white knuckle" it. Determined to not give in, but this morning something else happened. I experienced what it means to drink of God's living water.
I shared with a dear sister that I was struggling. I did not tell her the how or what, but she prayed for me. She sent me a voice text with a beautiful sweet prayer asking God to provide for my needs; asking God to heal me wherever I was in need. A fellow sister on First5 prayed as well. While listening to her prayer tears came to my eyes and I felt a release as I shifted from my strength to His.
Nourishment from the Holy Spirit tended to me. It fed my soul. My Father, once again, amazes me, but I should not be surprised. Supernatural strength and peace reign over my body and mind. A refreshing to do His will has been poured into my spirit. I thank God for His living water. I thank God for prayer.
Lord, thank You for meeting me in my need. Thank You for prayer warriors. Thank You for your Spirit. In Jesus name. Amen
