When the Well Seems Dry
Droughts are no laughing matter. When the rain refuses to fall in its regular patterns, the result can cause the loss of pasture land, live-stock, natural birds and “critters” that literally die from lack of water and nothing to eat because of a parched earth.
There are those places that have desert regions and the amount of moisture is never much. What lives there is accustomed to “making do” with infrequent rain and not much of it when it comes. However, there are those places that have arroyos. You may have been in a desert area when rains fell very hard for a short burst. The water comes down so fast that it cannot be absorbed and it runs into “dry river beds” that were carved by previous rain bursts. These “arroyos” fill quickly and the water that flows appears to a stranger as if that water is there “all of the time”. It is very deceiving. The water appears, runs through, and the bed is dry again very shortly.
Sadly, this can happen spiritually. All of us have times of spiritual drought. We are not constantly on a “high” in our walk with God. There are deep valleys, desolate forests, and arid deserts that are sometimes extremely hard to overcome. In those seasons, it is imperative that we press into Christ more than ever. Only He can supply our need and only from His hand can the showers of blessing fall. He does not withhold good things from us as a capricious act. He sometimes removes distractions or allows difficulty to enable us to re-focus. Then the showers come “just when we need them”.
Some of you may be familiar with the name Catherine Marshall. She was a wonderful Christian author who wrote such classics as Christy, which became a television series. There was an occasion in her life when she felt as if the flame of God’s love had gone out. It started with the sudden death of her infant grandchild. She called it the dark night of the soul. In her journal she described it this way:
“Inside I am dry and lonely, unable to accomplish anything, really, just going through the motions of life, barely able to do that. It is more than a dry period. I’ve been through those before and did not lose the Presence. This is darkness. Deadness. Awful in the way it numbs you, makes you cold and indifferent. You do the very things, say the very word, you know you should not. Frightening!” (Light in My Darkness, p. 176.)
But she did not give up. She kept praying. She kept doing everything she could to stir up the fire. Eventually in her journal she wrote the following:
“A feeling rises up inside me that little trickles of praise are now running together, merging, beginning to form a small river of praise. It began mechanically, yet now has increasingly the feel of spontaneous emotion. Slowly but surely my mind is being cleansed. Rich, beautiful, positive words are taking over, chasing away the negative ones. I am being filled with Your light.
Lord Jesus, how radiant and glorious is the light of Yours! Suddenly I felt the living presence of Jesus. What joy to have this again in my life!” (Light in My Darkness, p. 221).