This morning as I walked, I couldn’t help but notice how awfully dry things are down here. The ground looks pitiful. We are in a drought. Cracks expand. Deep crevices yawn from dried-up dirt.
Everything is dry.
We desperately need rain.
Isn’t this earthly drought so similar to the spiritual droughts we go through at times?
Our soul begs for a drink from that heavenly fountain of living water.
We feel empty. Lonely. Confused.
The small cracks become wider as more time passes with no manna. We begin to wonder if God is really even there.
Does He care?
Does He see where I am in this pitiful, empty, dry place?
In these desert valleys, the soul becomes desperate. Longs for a touch from God. Yet, if we aren’t careful, we turn away from our life source just at the point of a blessed rain.
If you’re walking through such a valley right now, be encouraged. Don’t allow the dry heat of this dark season do you in. You are God’s own. He’s right there with you.
Tell Him of your pain.
Remind Him of your thirst.
Ask Him for a piece of Bread.
He is there. Always.