There’s a fountain flowing deep and wide. It’s the song my mom teaches Kirra as we travel in the cramped space of the mini-van. To hear my daughter’s sweet small voice sing this special truth made me pause in wonder. Torn between the stress of a GPS system that is supposed to make our lives less-stressful and the sporadic automatic temperature adjustments the van makes, I find myself dizzy and wanting to never take a road trip again. Then I hear her voice and become alive in the moment again.

How often do I remember the fountain flowing so deep and so wide? How often do I settle for the spray of the fountain rather than diving into the depths to be consumed and loved by it? Kirra has no idea what fountain she sings about but God hears her song and uses it to stir a mother’s soul.

Palm Trees - Brooklyn Lindsey - Lakeland, FL - Speaking

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