Mythic Autobiography

I was thirsty, so I took my bucket to the well, but it was dry. "What now, Lord?" I asked. He said, "Hold your bucket up to me." And it began to rain.

It grew dark, so I tried to light a torch, but it was wet from the rain. "What now, Lord?" I asked. He said, "Come, sit and talk with me a while." And while we talked, the dawn broke.

The sun grew hot, and I rose to break my fast, but there was nothing to eat. "What now, Lord?" I asked. He said, "Bring your bucket and come with me." And together we walked to the fields.

The full bucket was too heavy, so I set it down. "What now, Lord?" I asked. "Tip it over. You have too much." So I tipped the bucket, and it watered the fields.

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I was thirsty, so I held my bucket up to the Lord.