For years (I mean since high school years) I have gleaned much from a devotional called Streams in the Desert. It’s a compilation of devotions from famous and not so famous writers and evangelist of the early 20th century. The author of this book is L.B. (Mrs. Charles E.) Cowman. Don’t you love her name?
Streams in the Desert is a book of faith. It always recognizes God’s sovereign control and His faithfulness to His children no matter the circumstances around us. I clung to this book when my sister was sick. When she died I had to put it away. It was just too painful to read anymore, so I stuck it in a drawer and walked away.
But two years later the book has been calling me. I’ve retrieved it out of its early retirement.
I’m staring at another mountain. Thankfully this one does not involve cancer or losing a loved one. None the less, this requires great faith. But as always, the Lord has been nudging me to Bible verses and devotions directly focused on that topic as if to say, “Andy, I am with you. I’ve got this. Believe.
This was today’s devotion. I know I’m not the only one who will benefit from these words:
There are times when everything looks very dark to me–so dark that I have to wait before I have hope. Waiting with hope is very difficult, but true patience is expressed when we must even wait for hope. When we see nothing but darkness of night through our windows yet keep the shutters open because the stars may appear in the sky, and when we have an empty place in our heart yet will not allow it to be filled with anything less than God’s best–that is the greatest kind of patience in the universe. It is the story of Job in the midst of the storm, Abraham on the road to Moriah, Moses in the desert of Midian, and the Son of Man in the Garden of Gethsemane. And there is no patience as strong as that which endures because we see “Him who is invisible” (Heb. 11:27). It is that kind of patience that waits for hope. ~ George Matheson
Words beautiful and extremely profound. To even need to wait for hope to fill your soul much less for the mountain to move. mmmm…..
Who waits for hope?
Those of us who know the author of hope itself.
Wait my friends…wait. I’m sitting in the waiting room with you.
Much love and grace,