There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God,
the holy habitation of the Most High. Psalm 46:4
When I was younger I often worked in the woods. On hot Summer days I loved it when I could find a small stream. I would take off my shoes and socks, then sit with my feet in the water and listen to the gentle sounds of God’s little river. It seemed that no sounds could penetrate the stillness of those quiet waters unless someone came close. That is the same quiet gladness I still need and that God gives us in His city!