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Thankful Thursday


I got the neatest gift! I'm loving my new adapter for my shower in our master bath. My daughter, Carrie, and her family gave us the solution to our hard water problem and my hair and shiny ceramic shower tiles sparkle with this gift! Then Carrie said: "Please ask me when you need a new filter. Don't wait for Christmas or birthdays to ask losing all the correction for your water in the meantime." Wow, a gift that keeps giving! But I have to ask.

Many years ago, I was introduced to Jesus in a neighborhood Women's Bible Study. I noted His red words to us in John 4:14:

"but whoever drinks of the water that I shall give him will never thirst. But the water that I shall give him will become in him a fountain of water springing up to everlasting life."

Wow! A never ending supply of Jesus, of hope, of love...I want that! I was told I had to ask. I was offered a relationship with Jesus for sure, but I had to ask Him to dwell in my heart. I thank Jesus today for being the Living Water that I need in my life. He's there, like a fountain, for the asking of a fresh supply daily and I depend on Him.

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  1. Heather B.January 8, 2009 at 9:44 AM

    I love the water of life too. What a gift

    Love your pic in the header btw.

    Thank you for posting.

    Heather

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  2. DeniseJanuary 8, 2009 at 11:05 AM

    Praise God for His overflowing water of life.

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  3. MelanieJanuary 8, 2009 at 12:19 PM

    What a great gift from your daughter. And... what an even better gift from the LORD!

    Happy THankful Thursday!

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  4. KayJanuary 11, 2009 at 12:55 PM

    You were meant to be an encourager, you know that?! What a beautiful lesson you have shared with your yucky hard water supply. I am amused that just last week my hero husband installed a brand spanking new water softner in our 22 year old home. And God still softens our hearts and minds today ... love you bunches!

    P.S. Your new picture is fab! Manicured nails and all. You're my kind of gal, kiddo!

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