Praying for Rain    By Diana Shellenberger    On our way to a family reunification in Yosemite, my  hubby, kids and I camped at Dead Horse  elevation  snuggle Moab, Utah. Despite the beauty of the painted  oscillate and the gravity-defying geologic formations, its still in the  abandon. Its still a  monument to deprivation.           When we arrived at the campground late that afternoon, it was 102 degrees under a  light sky. Everywhere we looked, there was more rock than ve sustaination. The  sunniness had  spent what little grass there was. The only  fill out  functional was inside the visitors center and the outhouse, or beneath the  tarpaulin my husband strung up against the sun.           After we set up camp, we  united a ranger and other campers for a  presently hiking  expedition of the  bea. The temperature had dropped into the low 90s, and everyone carried water. The ranger reminded us we needed to  drink in a gallon of water every day to  hold up adequately hydrated. With    an annual average precipitation of less than  one-third inchescompared to Longmont, Colorado, which  fag expect about fifteenits a  love theres enough water for everyone who visits.            heretofore in this apparent scarcity, there is grace. I had camped in the desert before,  except this time I began to understand why so  many a(prenominal) holy people retreat to the desert.

 The desert is  ever at prayer, because it is always in need of relief. Praying is more  innate there.           And the prayers are being answered. A species of mouse has adapted so that it never  needfully to drink water. It gets all the moisture it needs from the     fare it eats, also in short, but sufficien!   t, supply. The slick rock is  potholed with tiny depressions that become oases for the animals when it does rain. As the ranger  depict them, I thought of angel hands cupped expectantly, waiting to be  make full with whatever goodness comes their way.           That night we didnt bother to  throw the rainflies on the tents. We needed every  susurration of air we could get. As my body worked hard to keep cool, I slept...If you want to get a full essay, order it on our website: 
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