All My Fresh Springs Shall Be In Thee

It’s time. Something new is coming to life slowly as the ice melts. Nothing can stay the same. Life moves. Souls move about and a chronicler writes of God’s eyes roaming to and fro. Even God does not seem still.

Yet, I know He is my peace when I cannot rest. He keeps me still. He promises to preserve His saints. When we have done all that we thought we should. When there is nothing left to do, watch for them, these fresh springs pouring forth from places you never expected.

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