There are few places I visit that never fail to bring me to the feet of God. But here is one of them:
A constant. Blessed Lake Austin.
There are things here that always profess to me the creativity and joyfulness of our sweet God: the sun, breeze, green water, leaves, the smells, the sounds.
How can such cheerful peace be present in one place each time I'm there? Well, maybe because its not the place, but the Spirit that meets me there.
All I know is that I cannot wait to go back. To sit by this river, to soak in the sweet sunshine, and to bask in the One who fills all my fountains.
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