Dig deep.

I'm currently digging. I haven't done much digging in my life, as it hasn't been an essential to my survival, but I recently discovered its importance. I also discovered its solitude. It's hard to ask someone to help you dig with a shovel. A shovel is designed for one person, and one person only. Someone can tell you where to dig and where to throw the dirt, but only one person can ever really dig. You can ask others to help you dig with their shovels, and together achieve the desired goal. You can ask others where the best digging places are, but its not until you pick up the shovel and start piercing the ground, that you discover the digging process for yourself.

The shovel is heavy, and often the dirty isn't easy to move. It takes a long time to get to where you are going, and exhaustion and other limiting human realities often take heed to the taxing activity. It's likely that you feel as if you will never reach what you are digging for, and it's likely you will give up along the way. Most of all, it's never easy to dig for something when you aren't sure what you will find.

But you have to dig. You have to search. And perhaps we are brought to places where the only thing we can do is dig, so that we realize its pertinence to our lives.

I'm currently digging in 1 Corinthians. It's a good dig. And although I am doing it alone, I can already taste the purity in each strike of the shovel. I'm piercing solid ground in pursuit of finding a source of water. And I'm thirsty. I'm uncoordinated with a shovel, but I have faith this won't be an issue.