MY ARABAH
10.29.2022 by Sherri Rogers
Wilderness. Dry. Barren. My heart and my flesh cry out.
Exposed. Parched. Helpless. My soul longs for You in a dry and thirsty land.
Vast. Empty. Alone. My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
Hostile. Sparse. Waste. The dead hear the voice of the Son of God.
Coyotes. Scorpions. Flies. You will not be afraid of wild beasts.
Shade. Ein Springs. Wadis. He brought water for you out of the rock.
Lightening. Thunder. Rain drops. YHVH’s voice of judgement tempered with mercy.
in this place where distractions are minimized and comforts are rare
I see myself reflected in the distorted heat rising from the baked sand
the self that is more real in distortion than what the pristine mirror echos
the real me seeing and hearing like never before
shifting perceptions, shaking paradigms, changing realms
no longer living in the physical being affected by the spiritual
but alive in the spirit that is power to transform the physical
an upside down world where weakness bears witness to otherworldly protection
and becomes the spouse of ultimate strength
I accept the harsh wind of cleansing
I allow the unguarded sun to bake away foreign protrusions
no longer self pruning the unfleshy sprigs breaking forth from arid places
irrigated by springs of living water hiding deep in the arabah
tender saplings of hope, truth, life and peace
shaping my purpose, stretching the curtains of my habitation,
laying my foundations with sapphire, ensuring my vindication
Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done, as in heaven - so on earth.
Is 54; Ex 14:7, 13, 14; Ez 47:1-12; John 5:25-29;