As I woke up this morning and glanced out the window at the results of a blizzard blowing through the night before, there was a sense of silent splendor in stepping out and viewing the beautiful white winter wonderland of everything coated in snow. There’s a certain silence and quiet beauty in fresh, untouched snow. It reminded me of a poem I wrote entitled, “Silent Splendor,” which I actually wrote in the middle of summer with a breeze drifting in…..
I recently had a line running through my head….”A River Runs Deep.” I jotted it down and pondered the meaning for awhile. I felt God wanted me to write about the Holy Spirit within us, and that the Holy Spirit IS that River. I then wrote the above poem, “A River Runs Deep.” Living Water is what Jesus offered to the Samaritan Woman at the well. When Jesus asked her for a drink, the Samaritan Woman said to him: “’You…..