How little we know of the power of God.
Thirsting, we look up at the One who created the ocean, and set its boundaries in place;
the One who invented the roar of thunder and the crackle of lightning, and who sends both skittering madly across the sky;
the One who colors the clouds gray and fills them with moisture, and flings fat raindrops splattering to earth;
the One who forces a bubbling stream to a mountaintop surface, and sends it rushing in tiny rivulets, merging and twisting and growing until it becomes a raging river...
and to demonstrate the great depth of our faith--to prove that we believe He is there and He is able--
we lift a thimble skyward,
and ask, with trembling voice,
"Can You spare one drop?"