Somewhere at the back of the desert, in a place dry and barren, where you think heaven’s brazen and the dusty air of death’s howling, there’s a well, and you’ll be well. He comes like a cooling rain in summer’s scorch and uses every minute of your hard to work for your good, and His glory.
Because who’d ever get this?
For those days when you’re hollowed out in the lowlands of life, He’s provided a High Way out.
For the seasons when the fog of depression disorients, and the black of losses eclipses — He’s got His light shining through all your cracks.
That which fills you, that’s what will lift you, or leave you, and leak out of you…
And when you choose to remember your regrets instead of your redemption, you can live believing you’re wounded and broken when you’re actually whole and redeemed, and born to be bigger than any of your bruises.
And when you’ve convinced yourselves that it’s really time to walk away is when you really walk away from the grace that’s able to reconcile two broken halves together.
When you decide to carry hurts unexplainable is when you compromise the gift of His love so unsurmountable to break impossible barriers, and remake deeply broken lives.
Breaking up is always painful.
And you may feel like no one sees you – or understand the depth of the agony you’re going through.
But He does. And His compassion on you will walk you through your hard.
He comes into our world, not to be amongst the carousel of party goers, but to soothe the cries of the endless waves of tearful groans and painful moans.
…that perhaps to start a new season right is to begin with pursuing an intimacy with God not just for a period of time, but as a preoccupation of life
This is our song of courage, our praise for every pain, and the faith for our fear so we need not be scarred over our failures, or scared over our problems ahead.
You can always count on God to water arid hearts and to rend impossible heavens opened. So we can foretaste the sweet out of His bounty for all our bitter.
Because His rain isn’t merely sentimental, but supernatural, His comfort supersedes every sorrow and every tear we’ve shed.
Fear can so cripple us, but may I just take you with me to see what God say about your tomorrow, and how it might affect your today?
I should memorise this by now: whenever we complain, we break the flow of praise, whenever we argue, we doubt the Hand that makes all the scrambled edges full.
Though the world may go insane, there remains for us an anchor for our soul
His truth can heal your broken yesterdays, so you can break open for others in your tomorrows.
…what really, are we binging on? could it be that we’re working hard and earning shallow, sowing hard but reaping little? …