Streams In The Desert
Streams In The Desert
The weary traveler was hot and thirsty. His mouth was dry and his sunburned lips had not had water for more than a day. Hot wind seared his skin. His eyes were reddened from the sun and wind.
He could not see any shade in which to sit down and rest. There seemed to be no protection from the cruel elements. He was afraid. He had fallen twice already. If he fell again, he feared he would not have the strength to get up and go on. He could not stop. He had to get to the other side. The buzzards circled slowly over head watching his every step. They knew from experience, it was just a matter of time.
Crossing the desert in the summer was extremely dangerous. He knew that. Many men had died over the years trying to make it across in this heat. Skeletons by the trail was a harsh reminder.
His water was gone. His feet burned from the hot sand. The late afternoon sun was unmerciful. It was dangerously hot.
His eyes and mind had been playing tricks on him since mid-morning. The illusion of a shimmering water hole ahead had raised his hopes a few times. When he had gotten closer, he knew it was just a mirage. With dashed hopes, he still trudged on.
Although unsteady in his steps, he refused to stop. The strength he’d had yesterday was gone. He had walked through the night. He was tired. He was dehydrated. He knew that he was staring death in the face. But he kept walking. He had to make it.
With gritted teeth, he slowly climbed the small hill in his path. It took most of his remaining strength. He made it to the top, just barely.
Then he saw it. Unbelievable! A few trees, and some brush not far below. It looked like a stream of water too!
Surely it was just another mirage. There couldn’t be water flowing out here. Not here! Then by chance he saw a bee flying in that direction. Bees fly in a straight line towards water. He followed.
His hopes were raised. New vigor propelled him forward. He saw it! There it was, a stream a real stream.
The stream wasn’t noisy or loud. It was clear, it was cool, but most of all it was refreshing. The exhausted traveler fell to his knees and refreshed himself from the stream in the desert.
Is. 35:6 Then shall the lame man leap as an hart, and the tongue of the dumb sing: for in the wilderness shall waters break out, and streams in the desert.
All travelers in this life know the blessing of finding a “God provided stream” in their desert. If you will stop, drink and be refreshed. You can make it!
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Made me thirsty. I’ve known such times out in the Mohave Desert, in Southern California, back in the 1940’s and 50’s. We used to carry WATER BAGS on the front of our car, not for drinking, it was for the car, when crossing the Mohave. Many times I have seen a car, usually an Old car, over at the side of the highway, hood up, and steam pouring from the radiator. No water in sight. That driver’s only hope was that we had water to spare. Also, In those days, many places along those long lonely desert roads, even along old Highway 66, which was called the Mother Road, there would be a huge metal tank that would hold several hundred gallons of water. It had a hose with a nozzle, so the Motorist could replenish his radiator water supply. We used WATER in our radiator back then, not a chemical mixture as today. Water boils away very quick in desert heat. We thanked the State of California, for setting out those Big Water Tanks in the desert. They saved many weary traveler.
Now we;
THANK GOD FOR THE STREAMS IN THE DESERT.
Howard H. Davis
June 11, 2011 at 6:25 pm