By the Buckingham fountain

As we stand in front of the Buckingham fountain Chicago, with jetstreams bursting forth with water from beneath to make a beautiful array of founts, the harmony and plenty of the water that gusts out of those streams. As a family the fountain reminded us, of the God's never ending mercies which are new every morning and blessings that flow in our lives. May our lives tell HIS story and reflect his doing... this old hymn came to my mind.....

Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;Streams of mercy, never ceasing,Call for songs of loudest praise.Teach me some melodious sonnet,Sung by flaming tongues above.Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it,Mount of Thy redeeming love.



How beautiful is the fountain, but how much more the glories, of the river of God filled with water gushing forth to nurish,refresh, change,satisfy and give life abundant the children of God. Psalm 1 compares a follower of Christ, a believer to the tree planted by the waters, who will yeild his fruit in season. From his grace we received a blessing after another.Thank God how buckingham fountain, the work of a man, reminds of the mind of eternal God in whose image are we fashioned.