Sometimes life feels like a vast desert land…and
we become so very thirsty for something living,
something life giving; something renewing.
When the rains come, dripping with moments of
refreshing in our lives, the taste is so much
sweeter when we’re so thirsty for it.
Throughout my life I hit many desert
lands…desert lands that seemed so bone dry I
couldn’t think, I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t
see past the empty dust…I couldn’t see my hope.
Like so many I felt trapped in these places,
unable to move with lack of vision, doubt
covering my eyes with illusions as I reached to
grasp after mirages of lies…empty substitutes
for peace and joy…happiness being my empty
Here is the truth behind life mirages, those
things that come into our path promising
unspeakable fulfillment and happiness without a
trace of the touch of God in them…they will
always leave you just as you were. They
will trick you into drinking the false promise
of water substitute, leaving you afterwards with
mouth full of sand.
The enemy offers empty counterfeit to all of
God’s goodness…the price for the devils
treasures being your very peace, your
joy…robbing you of the insurmountable treasure
of your very destiny.
How do we avoid these illusions, these mirage
lies, and walk on to the life giving springs of
the one who created us into existence?
We must give up our pride, our self-indulgent
nature of gratification at any cost. We
must choose wisdom, we must choose to see
truth…not the truth we want to believe, but the
truth that exists.
We can fool ourselves into thinking we’ve found
a fountain of life safely outside of the Lord’s
encampment, our mistrust of God’s nature and our
disbelief in his love driving us away; and it
will seem to satisfy and fill us, it will seem
to bring refreshing to our parched lips…but
after a while, without the fountain of true
life, we will die…inside of ourselves…inside of
who we are. The enemy will swipe our
beauty and worth in exchange for his magic trick
and then leave us in the desert to die.
Cry out to your Maker and wait.
I have been there many times, countless times,
following after empty promises. Lying in
the dust, my spirit half dead within me.
Silently I would whisper, oh God, save me; the
mercy and love of God would begin to pour over
me where I lay, saving me, restoring me, and
renewing me back to life…and so it will be with
you if you call upon him in your dry and empty
state…so call His name.