One year ago today I woke up with a song of determined hope
in my heart that, against all odds, we would hit water in the stubborn ground
of the village of Lomas del Pansillo; because I was not more sure of anything
else than my uncontested belief that our God is a God of miracles.
One year ago today I was kneeling on Nicaraguan ground,
with empty, mud-caked hands raised praying for God to shatter the earth below
our feet.
One year ago today I was sitting at the controls of a drill
rig humming, Hosanna, save us,
because we needed a savior that day.
One year ago today I stood paralyzed, not knowing what I
was feeling - the words to describe it still escape me - as we were told that the
ground was unbreakable with the only drill we had available to us.
One year ago today I asked God to break my heart for what
breaks His.
