Bare, dry, windswept land stretches before me, as far as the eye can see.
Left to my own devices I would strain to construct a shelter, a hovel of ghost-town proportions. With winds, always blowing, dust swirling, eyes squinting against the harsh light. Left to myself, I would eek out a life, planting seed in the dusty ground. Seeds destined to be blown far away with no hope of life.
Instead I wait.
Rejoice in the Lord always, again I say, rejoice. (Phil. 4:4)
As I survey the land, a green shoot pokes up.
The Lord’s shout is powerful, the Lord’s shout is majestic. (Ps.29:4)
Suddenly the ground cover rushes forward in unfathomable shades of green, blossoms popping and bursting forth in color.
Great is our Lord and mighty in power. (Ps. 147:5)
A lush landscape bubbles up from the depths and spreads out in every direction.
For you, oh Lord, are worthy of all our praise. (2 Sam. 22:4)
Sweet scented air swirls around me and the world comes to life.
I will praise the Lord at all times, my mouth will continually praise Him. (Ps. 34:1)
Psalms of gratitude, joy and praise flow freely from my innermost being. I am adorned in a robe of grace and I put on the full armor of God, ready go forth.
My eyes flutter open.
It’s time to get up.
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