The year was 2006.
The newlyweds, for that we still were even after nearly a year, had managed, with considerable help, to build a delightful small cabin.
We had installed power and yet still needed water.
Even with a good steady job, the process of drilling a well was far beyond our financial means.
How could we afford water? Was any driller willing to let us pay over time?
No.
We asked several drilling companies, and they all wanted the money up front.
Finally, on the recommendation of a friend, we talked to one more driller who had compassion on our situation.
He agreed to take payment and would begin to drill the following week.
Oh, the excitement as the huge machine showed up and the process began!
The noise was deafening and rattled me thoroughly in my tiny home.
The expectation, of course, was high that water would come gushing at any moment.
But that first day turned into six.
Our hope began to diminish as worry set in and questions rose up.
How far do you drill before conceding to a dry hole? How much can we afford?
The dollar signs were ever before us as day turned into another day...
We had picked up two gallons a minute over the time and began to consider settling for that. Perhaps putting in a cistern to store water to make it work for our needs.
When we approached the well driller on this option, his response was:
"Cisterns can have a lot of issues to deal with over the years and can be a real pain. I don't want that for you.
“I will drill for one more day, at my own expense, if we don't hit a viable amount of water by the end of the day we will look into other options."
We agreed.
That next day was intense for me, as I cried out to God to meet our need in any way He saw fit.
I opened my Bible, and the first thing my eyes saw were these words:
"The poor and needy seek for water, but there is none, their tongues fail for thirst. I the Lord will hear them; I the God of Israel will not forsake them.
“I will open rivers in desolate heights, and fountains in the midst of the valleys, I will make the wilderness a pool of water, and the dry land springs of water." Isaiah 41:17,18.
I wept as I bowed in surrender before the Lord, thanking Him for such comfort.
I rose to look out the window, and there coming from the pipe was a gusher that was mind blowing!!!
Could it be true??! Or was this just a malfunction of equipment?
No! He ran towards the house as I tore open the door to see if this could really be true!!
"Will 42 gallons a minute be enough for you?" He asked with a wide grin.
I burst into tears again and had to tell him the word God had just given me.
He was wiping his eyes too as we watched the water continuing to pour out of the ground.
Oh, the rejoicing!!
At 777', our well was deeper than Flathead Lake!!
It took weeks of running the water continuously to purge out all the sediment.
Then one day, it finally ran clear, which was another whole journey and learning experience.
And we had to put every penny into that payment each month for the next year--a sacrifice for sure that we were happy to make!!
Thank God for hearing and answering our cry and need!
Thank God for people who have compassion!! 💕
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