A Bucket or a River

I was praying for a peaceful sleep for my daughter before bed the other day as I usually do, but this time I had a picture in my mind as I prayed. Rather than a bucket of peace being dumped into her for the night, I envisioned a river that was constantly flowing filled with peace.

This image has stayed with me over the past week as I have been praying - God is constant, His love neverending, His provision eternal, His peace given not as the world gives.

And he showed me a pure river of water of life, clear as crystal, proceeding from the throne of God and of the Lamb.Rev. 22:1