This past week I kept hearing these words replay in my head over and over again, “Rivers of living water.” And I thought maybe God is reminding me of when Jesus was talking to the lady at the well. But then I got my daily Bible verse sent to my phone and the scripture said,
“Anyone who believes in me may come and drink! For the Scriptures declare, ‘Rivers of living water will flow from his heart.”
I thought to myself, “Wow, this is what God wants me to meditate on. I have to be honest, I haven’t exactly been on it with my devotionals and reading this week. So today I thought, let me try another way to spend time with God. Hence, why I decided to take a walk in the park today after church even though it’s been pretty wet and gloomy but I wanted to exercise my spiritual pathway.
Spiritual Pathways are things that you do to find intimacy with God, or to put it another way, how you connect and spend time with God, the things that really move you when you feel the closest to Him. We’ve been talking about this at church and we took a quiz in Bible study and I scored the most when it came to nature. Yes, nature is my spiritual pathway. It may not seem like it, but I do love being outside. Maybe not necessarily rock climbing and hiking mountains but give me a garden and a small gazebo and I am in heaven.
As I walked through the park I thought to myself, why don’t I take some time to just unplug and listen to God. So I took a few pictures and journalled what God was telling me on my walk.
He is taking me on a path through the seasons and as this season draws to and end I find myself drawing closer to You.
The path may sometimes get dark but that doesn’t mean God isn’t there.
Sometimes the path that we want to take (the easy one) is not the one God has us to take. He just may have us take the muddy one, the one that gets us sweaty and dirty, and feel like we can’t go on but God pushes us through.
And even though we may lose things we care about along the way, there is always beauty throughout the journey
At times we find ourselves alone and confused but even when I get lost I always find myself being led back to Him.
You may feel like you’re not getting anywhere but never forget how far you’ve come.
So in the end when we have been stripped away of all the things we don’t need, the things that were holding us down like people and material things. He brings us back to life.
Towards the end of my walk I asked myself, “What are these ‘living waters’ God is telling me that are flowing from my heart?” And I went back to my first thoughts of these words and went to the book of John when Jesus was talking to the Samaritan woman.
The woman was surprised, for Jews refuse to have anything to do with Samaritans. She said to Jesus, “You are a Jew, and I am a Samaritan woman. Why are you asking me for a drink?” Jesus replied, “If you only knew the gift God has for you and who you are speaking to, you would ask me, and I would give you living water.”“But sir, you don’t have a rope or a bucket,” she said, “and this well is very deep. Where would you get this living water? And besides, do you think you’re greater than our ancestor Jacob, who gave us this well? How can you offer better water than he and his sons and his animals enjoyed?” Jesus replied, “Anyone who drinks this water will soon become thirsty again. But those who drink the water I give will never be thirsty again. It becomes a fresh, bubbling spring within them, giving them eternal life.” “Please, sir,” the woman said, “give me this water! Then I’ll never be thirsty again, and I won’t have to come here to get water.”
I cried out, “I am slipping!”
but your unfailing love, O Lord, supported me.
When doubts filled my mind,
your comfort gave me renewed hope and cheer.
He lifted me out of the pit of despair, out of the mud and the mire. He set my feet on solid ground and steadied me as I walked along.
I hope that you guys were able to take something from this post. I urge you guys to please reach out and check on your friends. You may never know what they may be dealing with.
As always love,
R.I.P. Malcolm James McCormick