Boyhood visits to my grandparent's farm featured drinks of cool, fresh water drawn from a well and dipped out of a galvanized bucket on the back porch. The water was clear, cold and delicious on hot summer afternoons. Once my grandfather invited us to point a small tree branch toward the ground to search for the stream of water that fed the well and emerged near the creek that ran through the farm. With amazing, mysterious power I felt the branch pull my hands toward the earth! A small four inch wide channel was tracked by the tugging of the branch.
Little did I know my life would become a search for streams of living water flowing deep within me and through my life. Years would pass before I understood the truth of Jesus promise: The water I give will be an artesian spring within, gushing fountains of endless life. John 4: 14 MSG