The Well Runs Deep

Tomorrow we leave for Mozambique, and a song is in my heart for the ones we will meet there:

Instead of loneliness we are given a spirit of adoption. And on the other side of mourning is the source of true joy. The well runs deep for the sons and daughters of God. We are guided by grace, paupers whose thirst is quenched. 

Drink deep draughts of God, the living God whom we call Abba. All else is superfluous than that which is hinged on this one Love. Our Father wanted us. We belong to Him. Our hearts reverberate with the joyful echo of His own within us. There is always enough.