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.
It always feels so desperate.
So empty. Yet full to the brim.
Full of the ache to see a trace of life, a glimpse of hope that the desert does not go on forever.
We tend to run through our deserts, through our wilderness- ever ready to move on to the next season of spring. A time when our hurt is eased, our hearts are healing, when our brokenness is finally being repaired.
We don’t want to be in the wilderness, assessing the damage.
Maybe our wilderness is a heart that’s caught in fear. Maybe it’s a broken relationship. Maybe it’s sin that’s entangled us, and the consequences that she brings with her.
Rather that dwelling in the wilderness… we run out of it. Desperate to escape.
Because, no one really wants to assess the damage… to look at the injury.
It makes our stomach churn, and our mouth water with the sting of pain.
However, that leaves the question- how can we ever expect to heal, if we don’t access? If we don’t look and see just what it is that will effectively treat it? Cuts do not heal with the application of heat, colds aren’t treated with a band-aid, likewise broken hearts and the consequences of sin are not usually healed by whichever treatment hurts the least.
I so often want to run through my wilderness… I want to think things are fixed and dealt with long before I should ever be back on my feet.
Rarely do I dwell in the wilderness… seeking.
I’m always looking to the past, what was… or to the future, where I’ll be when it is over.
I struggle to be in the moment.
But that’s where the beauty happens. It’s where life starts again… here and there… just a little.
When we see how our hearts have been hurt, when we look at the current moment and consider how we are changing… the spring starts to come up around our feet, in the smallest blades of grass.
It comes in the encouragement of friends, the truth they speak into your life…
It comes in the wisdom of scriptures…
It comes in the realization that this, this ugly piece, this wilderness…
…it was meant to be a part of the journey.
And the path is created… He makes a way.
It’s a slow start, a patchy road; but it’s there… the beginning of a way out of the wilderness.
Healing and the hope of a new thing.
The wilderness has to exist for the healing to begin.
And before we know it… spring is on the horizon, and it’s brighter than ever.