I went to a time of soaking prayer, last night, and,
for the brief period that the Celtic soundscapes did not elicit in me sweeping
visions of horseback and gallantry, I sat contending for a way. I saw a vision
of a rock through which a vein of water was slowly and powerfully moving. Later
brushing up on my knowledge of natural hydraulic fractures, I reveled in the
wonder of a substance like water cleaving its way through a force like rock. “When the confining
pressure is too great, or when brittle-ductile rheological conditions predominate, vein formation occurs via crack-seal
mechanisms.” I felt the pressure of
the Living Water all around me, carrying me as it proceeded through the sheer
rock bed. “I will make a way for you.”
Whatever impossible way you need made, exete pistin theou! Have the faith of God because that glorious Spirit lives in you.
Whatever impossible way you need made, exete pistin theou! Have the faith of God because that glorious Spirit lives in you.
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