The opposite of "my cup overflows"

The well has run dry. 

 

I'm not speaking figuratively.  Due to the water table lowering and lowering, our well is no longer deep enough.  Our showers this morning-- and we're grateful to have had them!-- were short and of the trickle variety. Only the necessary parts were washed, and nothing was shaved, as that would waste precious drips. 

 

Seriously.  I think we need to be reading the book of Job.  I am beginning to remember God's promises, thanks to a sweet reminder from Ralph and Chris and inspired by Ruth Jackson, I am choosing to praise him.  Even though I just want to collapse and throw a temper tantrum and cry big alligator tears and pound my fists into the floor. 

 

Thank you, dear friends, for praying for us.  We feel it.  Words cannot express the gratitude we have for you.  I feel like a big loser-- we've been here for nearly two years and still have no friends. Thank you for remaining by our sides in our complaining and ugliness.