Dry, crusty, empty, riverbed, where only lizards and snakes survive.
Unrelenting heat; stirs the dust…thirsty…barely alive…
A season~
Parched from lack of rain, no grass, no flowers, no trees.
Squirming to find a bit of shade…squinting in the sun’s hot rays…eyes glazed over with a cloudy haze…
How long? How long before the rain?
Dreams of the mountains
Where living waters flow
Drinking full and long, that’s where you’ll know…
The Wadi is a test we all must go!
The rains are coming, hold on and stay true.
The Wadi was made to buffet you.
Passing the test, times of refreshing you’ll see.
Waiting and trusting, if you will be…
In the Wadi of life, you learn to repent, giving back to God the things he has lent
Obedience is learned through suffering we’re told~
Found in the Wadi there’s nothing to hold~
Sweat and want is what we find; a better place we covet!
Learning the lesson and then we’ll be sent…
Up to the mountain the cool breezes we desire…
Out of the Wadi; out of the mire~
A season is long in the dry desert place.
No water, no rest, no one wants to be in this test…
Even the animals live in protest…
Out of the Wadi when the rains begin to fall.
Dancing and singing, rejoicing all…
So be content in the place where you are called.
Summer, winter, spring and fall~
Only a season, you can make it my friend…
The Wadi won’t last; it will certainly end~
Take heart and rejoice wherever you are!
The omniscience of God, he’s never far…
He hears and sees, only believe…
He put you in the Wadi, to see if you’d be…
Faithful and obedient!
~Marla Shaw O’Neill August 22, 2018
