We flow on down the river and the rain comes, the river floods, and we are barely hanging on to a very weak limb. It would seem that the best spot in this fluid life would be a spot along the river where everything is picture perfect, where all is good with our life and we are at peace. However, as life goes, the river flows, and we are on the move again. Life is fluid.
Life is Fluid: A Women’s Study from the Book of Ecclesiastes