If we do press on, even when nothing around us seems to change and we’re waist deep in wilderness wandering, God sees down the road and knows what’s ahead if we will just keep going. One mile more, and then another. And then the flatlands grow, ditches fill with water and become a cooling river, brown-brittle land turns lush.
This is where He leads us.
Forget the former things;
do not dwell on the past.
See, I am doing a new thing!
Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?
I am making a way in the wilderness
and streams in the wasteland.
Isaiah 43:18-19 NIV
What appears as wasteland is anything but.
There is just as much purpose when the sun-scorched road stretches straight ahead with no curves or relief in sight. He stretches our faith, and we keep going, holding out our threadbare hope that beauty is ahead.
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Honored to have my essay “Finding Streams in the Desert” featured at Red Tent Living this month. Won’t you join me on the journey?
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My eyes fall on yr words and it’s as if somehow they’ve been plucked from my very own heart Sarah
Such a profound and personal gift
The insight alone brings such comfort too ..
Never doubt that who you are ,what you walk out reflects exquisiteness
You are a sister and friend and so very very dear