I’m not talking about the Badlands of South Dakota
or the Utah Salt Flats. Neither am I talking about the Phoenix deserts, Mexico,
or the moon’s surface. I’m wondering if you’ve ever been to a Wasteland place
in your life. You know that place where dreams are forgotten, your friends are
missing, and you feel deserted by just about everyone including God. Where
you’ve sat for hours thinking to yourself What
in the world am I going to do? It’s a terrible place of vulnerability,
those Wastelands. There are no shadows in which to hide or boulders to crawl
under. You’re out in the open and simply enduring whatever comes next.
In Bruce Wilkinson’s book The Dream Giver, he calls this place a WasteLand. “If you have ever
endured lengthy trials, or seen an important dream delayed, or felt forgotten
by God, you know already how a WasteLand feels. In fact, you might be in a
WasteLand of some kind right now.”
I have a friend going through the Wastelands right
now. I recommended that she read through the book of Psalms reading some
chapters over and over again until their messages sink in. This morning I read
Psalm 18:16-19 and was reminded again of how God cares for us in the Wastelands
of our lives.
He sent from above, he took me; He
drew me out of many waters. He delivered me from my strong enemy, from those
who hated me, for they were too strong for me. They confronted me in the day of
my calamity, but the LORD was my support. He also brought me out into a broad
place; He delivered me because He delighted in me. (NKJV)
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