Yesterday I sat alone before my Father, desperately needing
to hear His voice. In all the madness,
He found me- gently broken, tired of crying, but not ready to give up. He held me, wiped the tears, and led me back
to the cross- in its shadow I rest. Peace
and joy overwhelm me.
“The Lord your God, who is going before you, will fight for
you, as he did for you in Egypt,
before your very eyes, and in the desert.
There you saw how the Lord your God carried you, as a father carries his
son, all the way you went until you reached this place.”
Deuteronomy 1:30-31
I didn’t arrive in the middle of Swaziland on accident. I sometimes don’t understand what I’m doing here
or how the Lord is moving- ministry doesn’t always take on the forms that we’d
like it to. But none of what he has
planned is in vain. Every smile, every
laugh, and every arm reached out- he uses.
He uses us in our brokenness and in our strength. He uses our laughter and our tears. Through the desert seasons, he plants the
promise of rain in our hearts- so firmly that we can almost taste its
sweetness. The rain is coming. Swaziland will taste it. In spite of the dryness, I will continue to
stand amazed at a God so great that he knows each of His children by name and
moves heaven to hear their cries. For now, I’ll teach his babies how to dance in the dust and in the rain.
