I’d been in a bit of a spiritual funk recently, so yesterday, I decided to go for a hike to spend time in God’s beautiful creation, listening to whatever He had to say.
I came upon this dried-up mountain stream. Leastways, it looked dried-up—none of the stones on the stream bed were wet. But I could still hear the unmistakeable murmur of running water coming up from somewhere under the surface. And I felt the Holy Spirit saying to me: “I am flowing in and through you. Even when you can’t see it.”