Tired. In the face of closed doors and shuttered hearts.
Discouraged by disinterest. Low-grade resistance.
Some could care less about eternal realities.
It’s easy to feel like giving up.

Tired. In the face of closed doors and shuttered hearts.
Discouraged by disinterest. Low-grade resistance.
Some could care less about eternal realities.
It’s easy to feel like giving up.
Satan lurks. Like a lion in the thicket.
Waiting to seize a victim.
Cursing, deceit, and violence fill his mouth. From generation to generation. Oppression and terror? His language and modus operandi.
But into that thicket of devouring and death comes the Good Shepherd.
Seeking the lost.
A cup of water. In debilitating heat, it can mean survival.
A large clay pot sat beside our gate. Full of water. With cup attached. Ready to meet the need of any passerby.
Unrelenting sun and desert wind meant dehydration was never far away.
The clay kept the water cool. Even on hot days.