I've spotted a few small ponds:water holes for the buffalo our ancestors shot down, in cold blood, from the train-tracks that criss-cross the range?
Who drinks from the waters now? Will they all become dry wetlands, a type of "wash"?
Who drinks the water He yearns to draw and ladle today? Does the Life-Giving water sit, growing stale, sour, for lack souls; souls killed by the encroachment of uncivilized civilization?
Thank God we know His love will never be a "wash", although our souls may be.
Absorb His grace raining down on you! Bloom!
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