More from the diaries of Lilias Trotter:
Instead of the still circle of water I expected to see, it was
all heaving and rippling in swelling circles. Then it stopped and grew quiet
and while I was wondering if my eyes could have deceived me, the trembling
began and all was repeated. Some periodic upburst from the hidden spring below
- then all grew glass again. I never knew before what the "well of water
springing up" meant. I thought of it vaguely as a springing all the time -
but this is so much more like His way with our souls. A sudden rising and
flooding of the under-lying life, and then a sinking back with stillness.
"Out of him shall
flow" comes afresh these days, brought home by a landlocked backwater in
the little river here, that only lets its stream filter slowly through a bank
of stones instead of running free. The still pool of living water lies in every
saved soul, keeping life within that little plot of a river. A river is wide
open to its source, and as wide open to the needs lower down. We need barriers
down, man-ward as well as God-ward - to believe for the outflowing as
definitely as the inflowing.
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