There are very few people
who realise what God would make of them
if they abandoned themselves into his hands,
and let themselves be formed by his grace. (St Ignatius)
I am an oxymoron.
Isaiah 41:17-18 (RSV)
When the poor and needy seek water, and there is none, and their tongue is parched with thirst, I the LORD will answer them, I the God of Israel will not forsake them.
I will open rivers on the bare heights, and fountains in the midst of the valleys; I will make the wilderness a pool of water, and the dry land springs of water.
And therein lies the problem.
I don't know about you, but when I'm parched and needy, my inclination is more toward giving up rather than seeking water...or anything else. When the heavens seem like brass, to me, there's no point in praying. Ah, but there's my human logic again in full-force. And what good is that? Probably not a whole lot, with my ant's-eye view and all.
Today, I will seek water.