“Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland.”
Sometimes we find ourselves in the desert. Sometimes we’re seeking a place of rest, a place of comfort, a place of nourishment and restoration, but instead, we’re given desolation.
The Israelites had to walk through the desert for forty years before they could finally find their home in the land that flowed with milk and honey, the Promised Land. Even when they got there, the news wasn’t what they expected. Some of the spies who had gone into the land only saw the inhabitants that were in the land rather than trusting God to provide what he had said he would provide.
My deserts seem to always fall during the months of Autumn. At least since college, I have had a love/hate relationship with the months of September, October, and November. They stand as an annual reminder to me that all things come to an end, that all things must die, that there is life and death in a cycle that turns.
But even in the midst of the desert, there is life. It might be found in a small plant, maybe a cactus, an animal, a small stream or brook. Sometimes we have to search far and wide to find it, but it’s there. Sometimes, we just simply need to be still and wait.
There is a way in the wilderness, there are streams in the wasteland, but they might not always look like how we thought they should look. But they’re still there and we can again find life in the midst of a bleak landscape.