I'm sure you have all felt those times in your life where you live for that one small little drop of water coming from the faucet and ache wishing the spiritual rain would just drench you clear through.
That's kinda what I have been feeling. Growing up, we would go to visit my Grandma and Grandpa on their farm. One of the coolest things once we got old enough and strong enough was to help water flowers by cranking the old hand pump out back. Now if any of you have actually used an old fashioned hand pump more than just seeing a picture of one in 'Country' magazine, you know that to get one started is no small feat. You can stand there for what seems to a child like forever pumping and getting nothing to come up. Thats what I feel like. Like I am thrusting all of my childish power and putting my whole body behind thrusting that handle up and down, and yet getting nothing to gush forth. I get these small little drips of water from the end of the spigot. But its not enough to wet my lips let alone quench my thirst.
I suppose a thirst for God is a good thing. But I am inclined to view it as a very disappointing thing at this point in time. I feel like I have been trying and trying. Pumping with all of my naive little girl strength. Attempting to force something that should flow easily.
So the question now is how does the pump get primed? Or is this the primer and I just don't realize that my efforts are getting it there slowly and surely?
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