Thursday, September 26, 2013


It’s just a hole. One of six, on a bare knoll where the little calves used to sun themselves in the early spring. Doesn’t appear even remotely noteworthy. Doesn’t look like a kernel of faith sown into dirt or a snatch of hope filtering through adjoining cottonwoods or the advent of a dream bored by an auger three-and-a-half feet deep and later cleaned out with a shovel.

It is. But as I write, the skies over the Big Horn Basin—the same ones that have been so stingy with rain for over a year—have changed their mind and decided that it would be great fun to fill the hole with rainwater.  For now, the hole is on hold!

“Do not despise these small beginnings, for the Lord rejoices to see the work begin….” -ZECHARIAH 4:10 (NLT)

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