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The Desert Place

I have really been struggling with this latest blog post. I've been wanting to write one for a while, but I keep deleting the offending words as soon as they escape my heart. 

Because lately it's been so very hard to hope. 

Life has been pretty brutal on my soul in the past few weeks...

I keep waiting for this glorious revealing of hope and joy from The Lord, but it hasn't come. I've been waiting for direction from Him, some sort of leading to His plan, but it hasn't come. 
I so desire to do what The Lord wants of me, but I feel no prompting for the Holy Spirit, no lighting bolt, no sign pointing to my path. 

And so I am waiting...waiting in this desert place. 

I do not say this to explain that I have lost faith, because I have not. In fact, in this dry and thirsty heart, I remain alive and I have faith.
We all have our desert places, our times of complete despair, pain, and longing. 
What sustains us, in the times in which common sense would have us waste away, is the knowledge that He is greater and He remains faithful, even when we do not. HE sustains us.

I write these words, not because I have some great revelation to share, but because sometimes this is what we are called to do for a time. 

We weep every day when we thought our hearts had been healing.
We struggle in the dark of the night to escape the depressing thoughts and fears that threaten to envelope our hearts. 
We struggle to have hope in this world, we yearn to find joy.
We feel unbearable pain.
We ask much of The Lord and He asks us to wait.

We were never promised a happy life, we were promised Glory. 

Sometimes we are asked to feel pain and remain faithful. 

Sometimes we must wait in the desert....


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