“I, the Lord, the first,
and with the last; I am he.
And you shall rejoice in the Lord;
in the Holy One of Israel you shall glory.
When the poor and needy seek water,
and there is none,
and their tongue is parched with thirst,
I the Lord will answer them;
I the God of Israel will not forsake them.
I will open rivers on the bare heights,
and fountains in the midst of the valleys.
I will make the wilderness a pool of water,
and the dry land springs of water.
I will put in the wilderness the cedar,
the acacia, the myrtle, and the olive.
I will set in the desert the cypress,
the plane and the pine together,
that they may see and know,
may consider and understand together,
that the hand of the Lord has done this,
the Holy One of Israel has created it.” Isaiah 41:4,16-20
Thirst’s parch, bare heights, wilderness and dry land and desert. Over these the Lord watches, into these He comes, onto these He pours His grace. We are the poor and needy, He the first and last. We cry, He answers. Why? So He is seen and known and glorified. (Colossians 1:15-17)

We pant and squirm and faint. It is too hard, my shame too great, my prospects too barren, my hurt too deep, my hope too dim. But before all this, He was. He is holy and makes no mistakes. He does not forsake His own. He works on our behalf to break impossible ground, to slice into our emptiness and dearth and desperation His rivers of life. He mists our deep valleys, nurturing growth, awakening awe and communal praise. And at the end, He still reigns, and we know it.
Do we know the Lord well enough to trust He oversees and tends to our difficult places? When we narrow the perimeter of our self-forged life, we miss the broad blessings that come from shared grappling. When we stubbornly insist on doing things our way, pressing ahead alone, nursing our pain, or refusing the fellowship of the community of saints, we handicap ourselves from understanding God’s wide graces. His rivers and fresh pools flow continually with His love and are sufficient for all.
How have we come to know our Lord better by His meeting our poor and needy? Are we looking? Listening? Considering? Telling? How can and will we share the magnificence and joys of what God does?
“Day by day and with each passing moment,
Strength I find to meet my trials here;
Trusting in my Father’s wise bestowment,
I’ve no cause for worry or for fear.
He whose heart is kind beyond all measure
Gives unto each day what he deems best–
Lovingly, its part of pain and pleasure,
Mingling toil with peace and rest.
Ev’ry day the Lord himself is near me,
With a special mercy for each hour;
All my cares he gladly bears and cheers me,
He whose name is Counselor and Pow’r.
The protection of his child and treasure
Is a charge that on himself he laid:
‘As your days, your strength shall be in measure’–
This the pledge to me he made.” ~Carolina Sandell (1865)
Lord, may I drink deeply and splash often in Your rivers, to the refreshment of others and Your magnified glory.









