(by Newman Hall)
The way is long, but…
“The Lord is my rock, my fortress, and my
deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I
take refuge. He is my shield and the horn
of my salvation, my stronghold.” Psalm 18:2
The desert is dreary.
The way is long.
Heavily burdened, a weary traveler
slowly drags onward his wounded feet.
Faint by reason of the fiery blaze which 
smites him from the unclouded sky and
the scorching sand, he eagerly looks
around for shelter. He pants for even
the muddiest pool where he may quench
his raging thirst.
In such “a weary land,” how welcome “the
shadow of a great rock,” and the clear, cool
fountain gushing up within its rugged clefts!
But where can such a refuge be found for
the soul . . .
weary with wandering,
crushed by care,
groaning under guilt?
Where can . . .
its burden be taken off,
or its sorrows soothed,
its mighty thirst assuaged?
“And a Man will be as a shelter from the wind,
a refuge from the storm, like streams of
water in the desert and the shadow of a great
rock in a thirsty land.” Isaiah 32:2
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(Arthur Pink)
Instead of a river, God often gives us a brook–which may be running today and dried up tomorrow.
Why?
To teach us not to rest in our blessings–but in the blesser Himself.
“Hold me up–and I shall be safe!” Psalm 119:117
“So do not fear–for I am with you! Do not be dismayed–for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with My righteous right hand!” Isaiah 41:10
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