Men can dig wells, but they can’t create water.

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.

The water that your soul needs will not be at the bottom of any well that you will ever dig.

God is the water of the soul. Yet, with man there is only the rumor of water and the reality of sand. And our response to this reality is a steady diet of sand because we live in a steady state of stubbornness regarding the God of water.

We dig wells that are less than a stone’s throw away from bubbling springs because we think that digging the well means that we don’t need to rely on the God Who created the spring. Either way, He created the water in both.

We think that digging the well means that we don’t need to rely on the God Who created the spring. Either way, He created the water in both.

You can’t draw water from an empty well. And the oddity of it all is that if I dug it, it’s going to be empty. Maybe that explains why I’m thirsty and why I can’t take a step without falling into some hole.

To think that we grasp the fullness of life is to say that by holding a mere drop of water in our hands we are able to understand the immensity of the ocean.

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