This thought from Thom Shuman, entitled “Still Waters”: Like water skimmers, we simply glide along the smooth facade of our lives, till you come running up, diving right in, coming up with rivulets caressing your big grin, as you splash water in our eyes so we can see; We drift along just below the surface, occasionally coming up for air, hoping you cannot spy us hiding in the shadowed pools, but you step in with your waders on, tying the special fly the Spirit made for you, casting, casting, casting, again and again, until we take that first bite of your grace and we are hooked; Throwing caution to the wind, you drive out onto our frozen souls, setting up the shack, chipping through the ice, dropping your line in the hole, patiently waiting (while you pass the bread and bottle around with your two buddies) to pull us into the warmth of your heart. Let us tell you about our Friend, Jesus!