As a deer pants for water, so I want you God. … Especially when people say “Where is your God?”Psalm 42: 1,3 (Sandy’s thinking about this.)
Here are various thoughts about drought:
Friends are “annuals” that need seasonal nurturing to bear blossoms. Family are a “perennial” that comes up year after year, enduring the droughts of absence and neglect. There’s a place in the garden for both of them.Erma Bombeck 1927-1996 American humorist.
Violence is like a weed – it doesn’t die even in the greatest drought.Simon Wiesenthal 1908- 2005 Jewish Austrian Holocaust survivor.
There are flood and drought over the eyes and in the mouth, dead water and dead sand contending for the upper hand. The parched eviscerate soil gape at the vanity of toil, laughs without mirth. This is the death of the earth.T. S. Eliot 1885-1965