I Am Provider of Living Water

by Matthew Joesoep

i wonder, how can anyone see south peachtree creek— its gentle cascade, its quiet invitation to sit, listen, and ponder and fight, the urge to wonder: is this the work of someone greater? did He know, i would come thirsty, for peace, stillness, grace, rest. in how the stream takes the greatest care to soothe, not crash against the rocks i find the desire Jesus had to give the Samaritan woman a living water that would never leave us thirsty. if He could call weary King David away to be refreshed at quiet waters who am i to reject the quiet call of south peachtree creek’s leisurely-passing waters, as if He was saying: it’s okay, to be away from emory, responsibility, for I want you to seek Me— My living water.