You are currently browsing the tag archive for the ‘Isaiah 43:18-19’ tag.

.

Autumn leaves fall from trees

Like joy in life slipping away

.

Dry leaves sway, drifting down

Like sadness piling by my feet

.

Barren tree exposed to cold

Sorrowful emotions laid bare

.

Darkness of night moves on in

Nothing to see but despair

.

Flakes of snow tumbling down

Freezing cold numbs the mind

.

Pure white snow blankets it all

Frost-bit body feels the pain 

.

Morning light pierces the dark

Squinting eyes see some hope

.

Melting snow drips away

Warming light eases the pain

.

Buds appear on barren branch

Soul renewed by God’s own hand

.

.

Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland. – Isaiah 43:18-19 (NIV)

.

As the rain and the snow come down from heaven, and do not return to it without watering the earth and making it bud and flourish, so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater, so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what I desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it. – Isaiah 55:10-11

There are people in my life that I have know for years, but who are no closer to experiencing redemption through Christ. Month after month I pour myself into their lives, but I feel as if I am trying to create a lake by pouring one bucket of water each day onto a vast desert. It’s discouraging to watch the dry sand quickly soak up the water as if it was never there.

Then I read Isaiah 43:18-19: “Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland.” This verse is a good reminder that even if I do not “perceive it,” God is still at work “doing a new thing” in the lives of these people. The process of a heart change has begun, even if I do not notice.

On the surface, each bucket of living water I pour out quickly disappears into the dry sand, but below the dry surface the moisture continues to collect, creating the beginnings of a stream of life-giving water. While it seems my efforts to build Christ into the lives of these people is futile, the love of Christ is at work healing past hurts even if I cannot see it. My faith in God tells me he is making a new way, a stream of living water in a dry and parched land.

Categories

Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

Join 710 other followers

140 Character Christian on Twitter