A desert dream

The desert. Hot and dry. The red-hot sand makes every step on the bruised legs so painful. The harsh rays of the sun pierce like a knife into the body exhausted by the road. The sore dry lips have not tasted a drop of water for so long, barely whisper silent prayers for mercy and help …

Have I lost everyone who has been with me so far? Did I lose my rod on the path of this suffering? Where is the rock that must be struck for water to flow, as Moses * did?

The desert winds cloud my eyes … My heavy footsteps roll almost blindly in the sands of fire. I barely see! I pray that God will lead me on the road even with eyes clouded by the sands! Please hold my hand so I don’t drop the rod! Lead me to the Rock from which living water flows! To the Rock – Jesus – the Source of life.

“The Lord is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer;
My God, my [a]strength, in whom I will trust;
My shield and the [b]horn of my salvation, my stronghold.” (Psalm 18:2)

*“And the Lord said to Moses, “Go on before the people, and take with you some of the elders of Israel. Also take in your hand your rod with which you struck the river, and go. Behold, I will stand before you there on the rock in Horeb; and you shall strike the rock, and water will come out of it, that the people may drink.”

And Moses did so in the sight of the elders of Israel. So he called the name of the place Massah[b] and [c]Meribah, because of the contention of the children of Israel, and because they [d]tempted the Lord, saying, “Is the Lord among us or not?” (Exodus 17:5-7)

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