The more I write, the more I hear from exhausted travelers looking for an oasis in their wilderness.
I am not the oasis. Let’s be clear about that.
But I do know where the source of living water is and I will walk with you there and even hold your hair back while you drink. Lap it in. Let it wash over you.
My heart is burdened for so many I know who are hurting and feeling desperate.
I feel so helpless.
All I have is words. And prayers.
I wake up praying and begging God to move in their lives and remind them that He hears.
Draw them close, Lord.
Remind them that you are never undone and never out of options.
You are still on your throne.
You are not surprised.
This is not over and these failures and sins and sickness do not get the final word.
You will wring GLORY out of this, even when they can’t imagine how.
I have been there.
I know the valley of deep darkness well and I remember the sensation of walking a tight rope over a bottomless deep pit.
But what I most remember is the lies.
John Bunyan describes it so poignantly when he tells of Christian’s journey through the valley in “Pilgrim’s Progress.” 1
He paints the picture of “hideous noises and doleful voices” harassing Christian for miles.
Christian hears sounds of fiends rushing to and fro in front of him and demons coming from behind and whispering blasphemies against God in his ears.
The enemy knows when we are vulnerable and he will not hesitate for a second to exploit our weakness to find tender ground where he can plant his lies.
When we are down, we need others to come near.
Dig up the freshly sown seeds of lies that the demons are scattering.
Replace the fiendish whispers with shouts of truth.
So I pray. And I write.
If there’s anyone out there who needs a fellow sojourner to the oasis, I saddle up my camel.
It has a second hump where you can climb on too. You can sit in front and I’ll wrap my arms around you as we ride together.
If you’re out there and need a drink, come with me to the fountain.
“I waited patiently for the Lord;
And He inclined to me and heard my cry.
He brought me up out of the pit of destruction, out of the miry clay,
And He set my feet upon a rock making my footsteps firm.
He put a new song in my mouth, a song of praise to our God;
Many will see and fear
And will trust in the Lord.
How blessed is the man who has made the Lord his trust,
And has not turned to the proud, nor to those who lapse into falsehood.
Many, O Lord my God, are the wonders which You have done,
And Your thoughts toward us;
There is none to compare with You.
If I would declare and speak of them,
They would be too numerous to count.”
You may not be called to blog, but you can pray.
And you can send a text or a message or even use that phone to call (imagine that!).
Who do you know who needs your voice to help drown out the enemy’s lies?
Whose garden can you go pull weeds in?
Maybe you even have a second-hump-camel that you can give someone a ride to the fountain of living water on.
Hopelessness is a devastating thing. You can be the voice of hope today.
Encouraging You as You Inspire others,
1. John Bunyan, Pilgrim’s Progress in Today’s English (Chicago: The Moody Bible Institute, 1964), 62