“Therefore I am now going to allure her; I will lead her into the wilderness and speak tenderly to her. There I will give her back her vineyards, and will make the Valley of Achor a door of hope. There she will respond as in the days of her youth, as in the day she came up out of Egypt. “In that day,” declares the Lord, “you will call me ‘my husband’; you will no longer call me ‘my master.”
The scorching dessert heat is never pleasant, especially on my fair skin. To be completely honest, I don’t enjoy blistering days. I would much prefer a cool autumn evening, than the noon day soon.
God spoke this prophecy to Hosea, over 3,000 years ago. It was a promise of leading His people into a dry season.
Yes, you read that correctly, a dry place and season. God leads us to dry places on purpose. Though we despise the blazing heat of purification there is reason beneath the pain.
God lovingly cares for each of His children, yet He also knows that one won’t be strong unless they are brought through the heat. Just as a sycamore tree’s roots won’t deepen unless it sits in heat and dryness, we too will not deepen in our knowledge of Him unless we are tested.
It is in the dryness of seasons, where we learn to dig deeply into our Savior. It is in the blazing heat, where we begin to learn that God is more then just our Master.
To the woman who weeps alone, because no one understands.
To the man who drinks himself sick, because that is all there is in his life.
To the girl who thinks of killing herself as the one and only solution.
Keep fighting… God is working even THIS for your good.