Between the city walls, you build a reservoir for water from the old pool. But you never ask for help from the One who did all this. You never considered the One who planned this long ago. Isaiah 22: 11
Here’s a man going through life, looking down at his ambitions and problems, wearing himself ragged day and night. He never looks up at his creator, or even at the sky, to see the beautiful and vast world he lives in. All he can see is the muck and his mucky old rake. All he can feel are his calloused hands and aching muscles.