I hope you had a Happy All Saints’ Day!
If you missed my devotion over at Proverbs 31 last week, you can read it here: Shame No Longer Has Me. And a special thanks to P31 and to Zondervan for that ten book giveaway! I’d love to hear from the winners!
And now, a prayer from Isaiah 35:
“The desert and the parched land will be glad; the wilderness will rejoice and blossom.
Like the crocus, it will burst into bloom; it will rejoice greatly and shout for joy.”
–Isaiah 35:1-2(a) NIV
You are King over all the earth; King over the parched places, the pained places.
King over our frustrations, negativity, and shame.
King over the kids crying at the top of the stairs at 5am. (Daylight Savings, I curse you!)
King over our pasts.
King over what’s next.
King over bedtimes not going smoothly. (Have I mentioned I’m not a Daylight Savings fan?)
King over the brutal tensions.
And because of that — because you are King — our hope is in You.
Our hope is that these dry seasons won’t simply be sprinkled with water.
No! Our hope, our prayer, is to see these deserts transformed into abundant, overflowing, bountiful gardens.
When we are brittle and breaking, shower our droughts with Jesus.
Give us crocus-blossom hope.
Better yet, transform us into the crocus.
Tenderly tend to our deserts, so that we will burst forth with beauty and resounding joy.
(And please, in Your sovereignty, get someone to stop this Daylight Savings madness.)