What happens when you have nothing left? When you're standing at a dry well, hoping to find the smallest drop of something that might begin to quench your overwhelming thirst? When you find yourself grasping, unsuccessfully, for the smallest inkling of hope?
Maybe that's when we are supposed to realize we're standing at the wrong well. Instead of drinking from the Well that never runs dry, we go back to the same old dried up hole in the ground...wishing...
From which well are you finding refreshment?
Peace, Love, and Dark Chocolate
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