Searching for Water
There we were, day three of our eighteen day backpacking trip; the weather was hot, the group’s morale was fading and tensions were rising. This particular day was a day that water was a necessity; we were down to our last few drops and were in desperate need of more. According to our route plan we would be at a spring by midday, but alas that spring was not there. As the group realized our expectations of having water were not conveniently met, our attitudes were starting to take a turn for the worst. We looked at our map at started planning a route to another spring; as we began our hike for the next spring the mental games started to kick in. “What if we don’t find water?” “What if the next spring isn’t there?” “What if I run out of my own water supply?”
Even though these are negative thoughts, they help you prepare for the worst scenario; we ended up not finding that next spring, but what we did find was a few small patches of snow. This was a huge morale booster! Even though we didn’t find the lush spring that we pictured in our minds, we found something that could keep us going. We melted enough snow to last us the rest of the day and planned another route to a different spring. This spring seemed within a reasonable distance; we began the one mile hike in hopes of finding our precious pool of refreshing water. The sun was on its way down and we needed to find the water before it got dark. We followed this dried up stream bed until one of the team members yelled “is that a mine?”. We all ran over in excitement and curiosity, we arrived at the entrance and all looked inside with interest; “Is that water?” one of my fellow hikers asked. It was practically dark at this point, I reached into my bag and pulled out my head lamp and shined it in the small shaft; it was indeed water! But not the luscious, pure blue, cool refreshing water we pictured; it was a small calm puddle that was covered in moss with noticeable feces and bugs all throughout it. We all stared with slight disgust on our face. “This can’t be the spring” we all said to one another with the fear of actually having to drink this. We agreed to continue hiking the path to look for the actual spring because this water was too repulsive to be the spring that was on our map. We journeyed another half mile until it was officially pitch black out; we had no choice but to stop for the night. As a group we agreed to go back to the disgusting puddle the next morning and attempt to purify the water using bleach.
The next day we all hiked back to the small shaft and began filling our water bottles; as we sat in this tiny hole, attempting to get water to continue out trip; I realized something. Even though this water seems disgusting and repulsive on the outside; it’s what my body needs to keep going. The Lord faithfully provided it for us. The blessings that the Lord gives us are not always going to be the “luscious, refreshing springs” that we want them to be, sometimes they are going to be nasty moss covered puddles that are hard to look at and seem more like a burden then a blessing. This event helped me to remember that God might not always provide the luxuries I desire to be comfortable through my hard times. But he will faithfully give me what I need to make it through.
Chris is a second year student with Explore; he is originally from Saltsburg, Pennsylvania, and plans to move to Tennessee after graduating Prairie in order to continue his education in Marketing. He worked for Alaskan-Adventures as a fishing guide last summer, and and is soon headed off to work with them again this year!