Once upon a time life for humans meant sitting in a position close to the river. Never travelling too far, never moving too far. Where the river was, life was. And the further you went from the river, the closer to death you went.

Whilst this is still true, we need to stay close to our river. When your close, you will hear its trickle, it’s soft gush as it washes and moves and flows. It’s ever fresh.

But just humour me, check your bag, check your pocket, did you find it?

That reusable bottle.
Open it.

Bring it to your ear and you will hear the river. You will hear him.

See it doesn’t matter; you in the desert🌵 in the dry heat feeling exhausted and worn out.

See it doesn’t matter; you climbing up the mountain 🏔 that shows no mercy of getting easier.

See it doesn’t matter; you walking through the jungle 🍃 feeling as though danger is all around and you can’t see what you will step on next.

You carry all that you need. Him. His never ending flow, him who is the very source of life. And he is with you.

He made himself portable. So that you bring life everywhere you go.

So go ahead and take a drink because that liquid 🩸 🩸 🩸 comes straight from the source. 🙌 🙌

Revelation 22:1. Then the angel showed me the river of the water of life, as clear as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb