Grace In The Wilderness

“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 43:19, NIV

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There was a season when everything dried up.

Prayers. Tears. Even words.

I called it the wilderness, and I did not expect You there.

But You had already spoken over it.

Lord Jesus, You were led into the wilderness Yourself. You know its heat. You know its hunger. You know the voice that comes when you are weakest.

So the desert is not a place You avoid. It is a place You walk.

You do not always lead me out of the wilderness. Sometimes You make a road through it.

I have seen it. A word arriving at the right moment. A friend at the door. A verse I had read a hundred times suddenly running with water.

Not a flood. A stream. Just enough to keep walking.

The dry ground is still dry. But it is no longer dead. Something is growing at the edges.

Perhaps that is what new looks like at first. Small. Green. Easy to miss.

Listen. Even here, water is running.

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A Prayer of Thanksgiving

Lord Jesus, thank You for walking my wilderness before me. Thank You for streams I did not dig and roads I could not have made. Amen.