Comfort found by one person can often be a blessing to others, just like wells used by travelers who follow. When we read a book full of encouragement—like Jonathan's rod dripping with honey—we realize someone else has walked this path and dug this well for both themselves and us.

Books like "Night of Weeping," "Midnight Harmonies," and "A Comfort for Mourners" were written by pilgrims for themselves but have been just as helpful to others. Especially in the Psalms, we read, "Why are you cast down, my heart?" Discovering signs of others who have journeyed through similar struggles brings comfort to travelers through life's hardships. We may dig the well, but heaven fills it with rain. We may prepare for battle, but safety comes from the Lord. Our efforts are valuable, yet they don't replace divine intervention.

Grace is like rain, pure, refreshing, and life-giving, coming only from above and given at God's choosing. May you experience showers of blessing, and may your wells be filled with water. What are our efforts without God's blessing? They're like clouds without rain or pools without water. God of love, open the windows of heaven and pour us out a blessing.