I was just thinking about Jesus in the wilderness today. I asked him, "How thin were you, Lord, when you came out of the wilderness? How much water was there?"
There is a psalm that says something akin to I will live in a dry and thirsty land where no water is.
And Psalm 42:
As the deer pants for streams of water,
so my soul pants for you, O God.
My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.
When can I go and meet with God?
My tears have been my food
day and night,
while men say to me all day long,
"Where is your God?"