Hi everyone, I saw a contemplative Youtube video which was short about a stream that nuns experience where they live. They have a stream that runs around their quarters which reminds of the living water of the Holy Spirit that we have. The video culminates in a waterfall from the stream. The Holy Spirit sent me a waterfall recently of first of all there was snow and then there was rain, like the time of difficulty would pass and it was lovely to see. I since went onto see a waterfall where it was snowing and will share this with you which gave me a sense of difficult things coming to an end.
Jesus Christ gives us the Holy Spirit which is living water that is within us (John 4:14). When I see a river I know I will get to the end when the time comes and see Christ there at the end.
I will quote this Youtube entry-
"There is a stream that runs right through the Abbey here. It is a fresh water stream that can be seen active in all parts - my window overlooks the nuns cloister where a small fountain bubbles and (I am told) reminds the nuns of the living water that permeates their life and witness. What is interesting about the stream is that it runs ever so gently through the grounds, steady, barely moving to the perceivable eye apart from where it has to navigate an decline or a few rocks. However, when you get to the edge of the Abbey wall, where the grounds meet the town road outside, there is a rather noisy and wonderful waterfall. The still waters are suddenly gushing and pouring forth, making themselves known. What a metaphor this is for prayer and for the place of the convent herself in the world."
Jesus Christ gives us the Holy Spirit which is living water that is within us (John 4:14). When I see a river I know I will get to the end when the time comes and see Christ there at the end.
I will quote this Youtube entry-
"There is a stream that runs right through the Abbey here. It is a fresh water stream that can be seen active in all parts - my window overlooks the nuns cloister where a small fountain bubbles and (I am told) reminds the nuns of the living water that permeates their life and witness. What is interesting about the stream is that it runs ever so gently through the grounds, steady, barely moving to the perceivable eye apart from where it has to navigate an decline or a few rocks. However, when you get to the edge of the Abbey wall, where the grounds meet the town road outside, there is a rather noisy and wonderful waterfall. The still waters are suddenly gushing and pouring forth, making themselves known. What a metaphor this is for prayer and for the place of the convent herself in the world."
This is a waterfall when it was snowing.
