Living in a "Drought'

I hope I can help us do a little remembering where we are, wherever we find our hearts.

There are impossibilities we face as those who follow our King. Obstacles which loom large, mountains we must overcome, dreams yet untasted…too many fall short, look at the disappointment and speak against their own hearts, effectively cutting off what the Lord may want to do through the difficulty. We proclaim our demise before it ever has come to be—for the only true failure is death and even that has been conquered by the Son of Man—and we decide to abandon that which has not even taken it’s last breath yet.

We give in far too easily.

This is a call to come alive again, to dig deep down in the midst of the shattered pieces of your heart—the barbs may cut, the wounds, they do go deep—and begin to cry out again. Put on your tongue the Words Jesus has spoken over you. Many have come from human sources, many more have come from His beautiful Word to His people, the Bible. Wherever you are, start to proclaim truth, life and hope in the form of declarations of His love and provision into the areas of your life which you thought were dead and without hope—He wants to bring a garden to bear there.

It’s a new day.

Your last few seasons, where you have been the last few years, may seem dry and desolate—some would say dead. You can’t see how a garden would ever come to bear a crop here. I say, “Look again!” This is my promise for the next season, after the terrible dryness that hung like clouds of dust in my soul. He may give you your own promise as you look through His Word but in the meantime, borrow mine and proclaim it over whatever the enemy told you was dead and gone. Know that the Lord is certainly not done with you yet and that every Word He sends out will come to bear fruit in His time, as you look into His face. Let His work be done on your life as you cry out for it, continually seeking Him through the night season until you see the break of day.

For the Lord comforts Zion [Robin];

He comforts all her waste places

And makes her wilderness like Eden,

Her desert like the garden of the Lord;

Joy and gladness will be found in her, thanksgiving and the voice of song.

Isaiah 52:3

My desert will bloom, for He will do the work. It is no longer I but Christ who lives in me and He is the promise of hope, the ultimate promise of a dream fulfilled: the one where death dies. When a resurrected man stands in your camp, you can no longer proclaim “death”. So I call you, church of California, to stop proclaiming “drought” over the land that the Lord has brought under your care. If the risen Savior stands with you, intercedes with you, dreams over you, you cannot proclaim death as your lot anylonger. Begin to seek Him earnestly and ask what He longs to see done in this nation, starting here, in California, this beautiful state. Then, once you have heard living words from Him, begin to proclaim them and not the word of the world. We are called to be a peculiar people. Begin now. Seek His face while it may be found and CRY OUT for rain!!!

A few more pictures of Yosemite just four years ago, before we started crying out 'Drought!' He can restore...