Praying in the Desert

    

The desert, never been a wanderer there.

 

The spiritual desert: that place, those times, those situations when circumstances obscure his presence, filled with emptiness, frustration, challenge.   We all wander there. We all wander in the desert; we experience those dry places void of the nearness of his presence.

 

In the desert (at least for this wanderer) there are only two ways to pray.

 

In the desert I can beg for water. Crying out, hoping against lost hope, that his presence is hidden under the scorching circumstances that exhaust my soul. I can beg, that some how, some way he can be rediscovered again.

 

Or

 

In the desert can pray believing his presence isn't obscured. I can believe he is already at work in the desert. I can attest, I can affirm, I can declare that God dwells, no he works, he advances his kingdom, and he fulfills his plans, even in desert. He who formed me in glory for his glory works in the desert, in the dry times, in the challenging circumstances. I can trust that in my desert, HE IS, and that he is at work.

 

In the desert we can pray two ways: begging or believing!

 

Listen to the God of the desert.

 

"See I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?

 

I AM making a way in the desert and streams in the wasteland." Isaiah 43:19

 

I believe in the God of the Desert!

 

the man in the window

Bruce D. Rzengota
Norwalk Alliance Church

"I have one passion: it is He, He alone." Count Zinzendorf