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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