Noah and his family lived in a valley near the mountains, a stream flowed through it which he, his wife Sophia and their two children, Liam and Emma used for drinking water, their livestock, and to irrigate new fields. One year the Sky was barren of clouds and the usual rains did not come. Soon the stream dried up to a trickle which left no water for the vegetables in the field, so Noah and his family had to let their crops die. All of the trees turned brown and nothing was left growing but sparse patches of grass near the hill under the shade of the rocks. Not long after the crops died the trickle ceased, and Sophia and their kids were forced to stop watering the livestock, because there was barely enough water for them to drink.
One by one, the chickens, the dogs, the goats, and the milk cow died with no water to drink. Without the animals, no eggs, no milk, no meat, the family began to become malnourished. The puddles of water became mud and Noah was forced to leave his family, weak and dehydrated to look for water.
He kissed the dry parched lips of his wife Sophia and held her tightly, then he took his son and his daughter, weak from this accursed dryness into his arms and shed a small salty tear, as he headed for the mountains to look for water.
He climbed up and up to the heights, looking for water, but found none. Barely able to walk, he started back to his home, hopeless and weak.
As he approached the house, there was no shout of joy at his return. Not even a movement from anywhere around the once lush farm. Inside, he found his wife and children, on the bed, all dead from dehydration and malnutrition. He cried, but no tears were found in his eyes; too dry. He gently lifted Sophia and carried her body up the hill to the rocks. After, he carried Liam and Emma up the hill, lastly he carried the shovel to dig the holes to bury his beloved family. With his last ounces of strength he began to dig his wife’s grave. One, two, three shovels full of dirt, and the fourth shovel of dirt caused him to fall to his knees. He collapsed and died, not from lack of food, or water, or strength. He perished from sorrow, his fourth shovel of dirt revealed a hidden spring at the base of the rock.
A spring where the grass had been in the shade of the rock, a spring only yards from their home. A spring of life, undiscovered until it was too late.
Please, don’t wait too long to discover the hidden spring in your life.
John 4:14 (look it up!)
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