But what many did not know was that Eliam often spoke of his Shepherd—a greater one, the Almighty God, who watched over him, guided him, and provided for his every need.
One summer, a terrible drought struck the village. The rivers dried up, the grass withered, and the sheep grew weak from thirst and hunger. Other shepherds lost hope, selling off their flocks or leaving the land in search of water elsewhere. But Eliam stayed. He prayed each morning, lifting his eyes to the heavens, trusting that his Shepherd would provide.
One day, as Eliam ledhis sheep across a dusty path, he stumbled upon an old, forgotten well hidden among rocks. He cleared the debris and found it still held cool, fresh water. Grateful, Eliam filled a trough and let his sheep drink to their heart’s content. Word spread through the village, and many came to drink from the well, amazed at Eliam’s faith.
Later that week, rain fell—heavy and steady—soaking the earth and filling the streams. The grass returned, lush and green, and the sheep regained their strength. Eliam’s flock grew stronger than ever.
The villagers marveled at Eliam’s faith. They asked him, “How did you know the rain would come? How did you stay so calm while others gave up?”
Eliam smiled and replied, “I am not alone. The Lord is my Shepherd. I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures; He leads me beside still waters. Even in the valley of drought, I feared no evil because His rod and staff comfort me. My cup overflows.”
