Chapter XXVIII: Ripples
Liz finds herself sitting on the edge of a dike, the tranquil waters of the river stretching before her. The gentle ripples reflect the moonlight, casting a soft glow over the scene. Beside her, Bennett sits in quiet contemplation, his hands resting on his lap.
"If you look into the water, what does it remind you of?" Bennett asks, his voice calm and steady.
Liz furrows her brows, staring at the moving current. Thoughts swirl in her mind before she finally answers,
"Psalm 135:5-6."
She recites softly,
"If I toss a stone into a still pond, the ripples will immediately emanate from the point of entry. It is a simple task to follow the ripples until it dissipates. If I toss multiple stones, multiple ripples will emanate and soon cross, forming yet other ripples."
