She offers from her cup, a drink of living water. Never does she hesitate to bend down, retrieve the cup, and press it to the lips of the thirsty. A humble life she lives--this keeper of the water. "My Jesus is this... my Jesus is that," she boasts.

It's never about her, always Him, and those waiting to read her writing. Today, it is her birthday. How blessed we are, and well-watered.

As she passes
the chalice of life
we are renewed