The temperature was rising, the sun scorching, hope diminishing
Each step forward more difficult than the last
No place to go, no way out
Desperate and lost, she put her son at a distance; the only water in sight was trickling down her cheeks
Then the voice of the Lord called and her eyes were open–there, before her, a well–
There are wells in the desert, but we need eyes to see them.
Lord, open my eyes to see the wells, in whatever form they may take:
a glass of bubble tea with a friend,
a quiet evening at home,
an unexpected breeze,
a late night on the balcony,
the quiet understanding of a friend.
As the days grow long and hot, reveal the wells hidden in this desert, and allow me to lead the way to springs of hope for those who are lost.
*inspired by Ann Voskamp’s One Thousand Gifts