Your Song
The poet is but a melodic mute
Without trials that stir up rhyme
The writer has nothing to say
If Jesus has not been given his time.
The poet is but a melodic mute
Without trials that stir up rhyme
The writer has nothing to say
If Jesus has not been given his time.
Some of our wilderness seasons are not yet over. I know you’d like it I to be and have been praying for it all to end but there is an inner work that is still necessary to the Lord.
Isaiah 43:19 Behold, I will do a new thing, now it shall spring forth; shall you not know it? I will even make a road in the wilderness and rivers in the desert.
It sure seemed like the end of things for Hagar. Her life was not turning out I’m sure how she had planned. I’m pretty sure she wasn’t expecting to be used for someone else’s gain.
Then a voice came from Heaven, “You are My beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased.” Immediately the Spirit drove Him into the wilderness. And He was there in the wilderness forty days, tempted by Satan, and was with the wild beasts; and the angels ministered to Him. (Mark 1:11-12)
“Therefore I am now going to allure her; I will lead her into the wilderness and speak tenderly to her.
I know the wait is difficult. But I also know if we are not careful the enemy can whisper how glorious Egypt was and before long we actually believe him.
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Wait on the Lord.