There have been many times in my life where I believed there could be some gold buried deeply underground, but I didn’t want to do the work to find it.
Have you ever been there? In that place where you’re too exhausted, hurt, weary, disappointed, angry, disillusioned, bitter or just plain too overwhelmed to care whether or not good can come from your circumstances?
What does a gold digger do when the prospect of working to find God’s gold seems like a hill far too high to climb?