Many years ago, Alan and I were praying together. With my mind’s eye I saw an image of a dry, cracked desert floor spreading out in all directions. A glass of water was poured onto the desert. Once the water hit the ground, it was gone…it completely soaked into the dryness.

Not sure what this meant, I asked Alan if there was any scripture from that week that had struck him. He shared that he had been in Isaiah 43 that week and that it had been quite meaningful. He read the chapter out loud. Here is an excerpt.

"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 desert

and streams in the wasteland.

The wild animals honor me,

the jackals and the owls,

because I provide water in the desert

and streams in the wasteland,

to give drink to my people, my chosen,

the people I formed for myself

that they may proclaim my praise. (Isaiah 43:18-21)

When Alan got to the part about the streams in the wasteland, I started laughing out loud. The freedom I felt from hearing this word from God was wonderful. He is the One who provides the way for us and the miracles we need. This scripture and the dryness depicted in the image met up and caused an eruption of joy within me.

The image I had of the glass of water being poured onto the hard ground represented my own feeble efforts. In this parched and weary culture in which we live, my efforts seem to be no more than 8 oz. of water poured onto Death Valley.

It is the Lord Himself who brings the streams in the wasteland. Can you picture that desert? Can you feel that dryness? Most of us have at least one area in our lives that feels like a wasteland.

Now picture out on the horizon of that desert you see water rushing toward you at such a pace that it is breaking up the ground and creating a river. God blasts right down the middle of the parched land with a stream of cool, refreshing water that brings life right up to your toes.

Sometimes we find ourselves in the wilderness and it may be a while before we experience this level of refreshment. Sometimes “a dry and weary land where there is no water” lasts longer than we want.

And...Jesus is still our living water. We can hope in him. We can bring our thirst to him. We can bring our desert to him. We can be with him there.

So, go ahead and hold onto that vision of streams in the wasteland. God gives to His people, His chosen, so that we may proclaim His praise.

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