Sometimes prayer is like digging for water in a dry, resistant land.
You dig and dig and dig but all you undercover is… more sand.
Fatigue sets in. Weariness weighs you down.
A trickle here, dampness there but it is enough.
It whispers a promise. “What you seek is here. Keep digging.”
Hope renewed, you muster your flagging will and continue. Spadeful after spadeful yielding nothing but dusty earth. Arm-numbing fatigue but desperate for breakthrough,. With no other hope of help, you persist.
To whom else can we go?
So you go on.. digging, digging, digging. Desperately clinging to hope. Voices around and inside you are urging, “Give up… Give up…”
Sometimes, (what grace) others dig alongside. Their presence invigorates your bone-weary hope.
So it goes on and on and on. Spadeful after spadeful of dry, lifeless sand.
Then.. that moment . Water wells up.
You hold your breath. Waiting… Afraid to believe.
Can it be? Can it be? Will it last?
Digging frantically now. Water pouring in, filling and overflowing.
Stop digging! Give thanks.
Then the realization. Your answer was lying in wait all along! Waiting only for you to reach it.
Keep digging… don’t give up! Never give up!
Keep praying… your miracle is waiting.