The drilling rig arrived just as the sun began to heat up the dry Mocuba sand. Twelve extensions of 6 meters each and one very large drill bit began to slowly dig into the earth. Just seven meters down it hit granite. Continuing to spiral through, fervent prayers went up. 72 meters the drill went down. It was dry. No water was to be found.
We are visiting a preschool / medical clinic / sewing project / center in Mocuba that ministers to vulnerable mothers and children in the area. Many who are orphans or have lost parents from HIV. The center is run by a passionate missionary woman who has dedicated the past 17 years of her life in this little town, in this community for service. An amazing act of faith! And a great encouragement.
She currently has one 7 meter hand dug well and two large cisterns which store captured rain water. Three months out of the year there is no water to be found; it must be trucked in from town. Sometimes there is no water in town. The drilling today is one of excitement and anticipation.
The disappointment was palpable.
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