If those who cause destruction have come to be ‘newsworthy’, and those who heal the devastation of that destruction have come to be less than ‘noteworthy’, has our thirst to be entertained become the truly destructive thing?

The landscape of the world is littered with holes dug by men in search of water for their souls. But it is the hole where the shovels were surrendered to God that mark the end of holes and the beginning of water.

I incessantly look for water in wells dug by men, and I have drunk enough sand to prove it.

My hunger is not for lack of ‘things’ to nurture me. Rather, it’s about the lack of the ‘right things’ to nurture me.

There is a deep dryness of the soul and all of the recalcitrant contrivances of man to quench his own thirst will bring not a single drop of moisture to those parched places, for God and God alone holds the water that satiates the soul.

After digging a thousand wells of my own and stumbling upon a thousand others dug by the hands of thirsty men, I have yet to realize that the only well that can satiate every thirst is the one that men will never dig.