“I am dying of thirst by the side of the Fountain.”
I was sitting on our couch, snuggled up in my favorite blanket, the sixty-five degree perfection breezes through the door- the only things messing up this moment is the drilling of the arguing plumbers working on our broken shower. But, other than that (which is getting fixed) things are going pretty well on this side of the hemisphere. This past week, us girls went to Venice for the day. Majority of the guys were suppose to go as well- but they saw it contained a 90% chance of rain and chickened out. So as us girls made our way to the ancient historic city on our own- it became an adventure none of us will regret. Everything from not really knowing what trains to go on (we ended up just following these ladies the whole way on the trains- unbeknownst to them) to not really having any idea what to do when we arrived. But thankfully, Venice is a city to get lost in. Its a place where the streets wind and turn, dropping you in places that are more beautiful than you imagined. We stopped and got a caffe latte and pastry along the way to San Marco Piazza. We had done pretty well staying dry until we reached the Rialto Bridge. That is when the heavens opened up and the floods started rising. All but myself had an umbrella- but that didn’t do much for you anyway and there is only so much cover to run for when the majority of the city is water. We were hiding under a covered walkway, talking to our new friends Dennis and Rudolph (yes like the raindeer) from England when we realized it wasn’t going to let up any time soon. We didn’t come to Venice to strand in a covered walkway just to stay dry, so what do 4 crazy american girls do when you go to Venice and the streets are flooding? You take your shoes off, roll up your pants, and make a run for it. Needless to say our day in Venice wasn’t what anyone would have expected. (The again,most would have seen the 90% weather forecast and stayed at home.) But what a day, what an adventure we would have missed out on if we had stayed back. We were running in puddles up to our ankles through San Marco Piazza dancing around and laughing and enjoying every wet minute of it! We took our chance and got caught in the rain.
And they were filled with the holy Spirit and began to speak with other tongues,
as the Spirit gave them utterance.”
As we were standing there, I turned and caught my reflection in a darkened window. Sopping wet, hair matted to my face, clothes drenched and my converse squeezing- I realized this is what I want everyday. Maybe not to be literally soaked to the bone, but I long for my soul, my whole being to be refreshed a new each day in the living water of our Lord. For that Living water to pour over me, causing me to dance, laugh and enjoy every wet minute of my life serving Him. To be refreshed with the Holy Spirit everyday, so I can no longer walk through the desert, but walk through the streets drenched in the power of the Holy Spirit- that Living Water.
“These who have turned the world upside down have come here too.”
Let us turn this world upside down.
My flickr picture website is acting funky- so for the time being use this one: