‘When the servant of the man of God got up early and went out, he discovered an army with horses and chariots surrounding the city. So he asked Elisha, “Oh, my master, what are we to do? ” Elisha said, “Don’t be afraid, for those who are with us outnumber those who are with them.” Then Elisha prayed, “ Lord, please open his eyes and let him see.” So the Lord opened the servant’s eyes. He looked and saw that the mountain was covered with horses and chariots of fire all around Elisha.’ 2 Kings 6:15-17

DearHeart, very often, in our daily-ness, we forget the ever-present, extreme oversight of God Almighty. The weight of the world presses down. It shoves and pushes til we wake far away, in the middle of a desert.
No roads.
No signs.
Empty, spareness.
The crank on the old jalopy goes nowhere. And, our bones grow dry.
Alienated.
Empty.
This is where we must see the desert with new eyes. Tiny desert life is highly concentrated. It is mysterious. A place where the Creator does most of His work underground. It’s not lush and green like a jungle. Desert life is very small on the surface – yet enormous underground.
We must keep walking straight through the dunes that last hard mile to finally step through to find the river beneath our dry riverbed.
You are not a frail, dissolving thing.
You are not alone.
Lord, open our eyes and let us see.
Press on.
Press on.
Press on.

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