The Desert

His spirit wandered the desert searching. The desert was so barren. Nothing in sight for miles. He needed water. He was going to die. Someone had to save him. Life was just too hard. His wife had left him. His children hated him. He didn't think he could take much more. And just then he received news that his mother had died.

He cried. Someone help me. I'm lost. I'm so alone. This pain is too much. Life continued to pound on him.

He didn't deserve this. He was a good person. He always gave to charity. That was good right? That's what everybody else said. All you had to do was be a good person and good things were supposed to happen to you. So why was his spirit so lost?

Life sent him another curve. He had been fired. And with that last blinding blow. His spirit broke. He fell to the ground. Tears ran down his face. His soul ached with unbearable pain. He tried to crawl forward. But he couldn't, his strength was gone. He looked up and saw a hill covered in green grass. He knew if he could just get there that things would be alright. But he was parched and he needed water.

He looked to the hill once again and this time he saw his Help. He was coming. As time passed his life slowly began to ebb from his soul. He wasn't going to make it. His Help was coming but he was too weak. Please, help me. And with that final thought he fell flat to the ground.

Suddenly he felt cool water streaming down his face. He opened his eyes and stared into the face of The Almighty. He carried with Him a pitcher filled with wonderfully clear water. "Open, your mouth," The Almighty told him. "This water that I give you will become like a fountain of water springing up into everlasting life. You will never thirst again."

He opened his mouth and drank deeply of the water that was offered. His spirit was immediately refreshed. His strength was renewed. The Almighty reached down, helped him to his feet, grabbed hold of his hand and lead him through the desert.