My River In The Wilderness

He Is Making A Way

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Isaiah 43:19-21

I will even make a way in the wilderness, and rivers in the desert. The beast of the field shall honor me, the dragons and the owls: because I give waters in the wilderness, and rivers in the desert, to give drink to my people, my chosen.

Let’s face it we all have our wilderness. Oh, no one likes to show it on social media. No, instead we post only the best pictures to show the life we wish we had all the time. But fact is, bills have to be paid, our government is corrupt and culture is a mess.

I forget who is in charge.

I get wrapped up in the minutia in life and forget to rise up and see the world from 30k feet.

God promises to make a way in the wilderness, so who am I to question that?

Even the beasts of the field and dragons are under his control.

To me, those are the villains who try to cover the truth and confuse us with lies. Even those people must honor God.

When things look disastrous He promises to be there to give us a river, not just a puddle.

I’m coming back to Oregon next week for five days to shoot three stories for the Truth About Timber series we producer (our second season).

I fly out on Monday and had one final story to nail down.

I was stressing over it because I’m a guy who likes to have everything set up.

If it falls apart later I can work around stuff like that but I need something scheduled.

I was talking with Corey, one of the people I’m working with and just happened to mention I need one more story on someone, perhaps a woman, who is doing amazing things in the timber industry.

He told me of a couple who started a small lumber mill in Southern Oregon and there it was….my river in the wilderness.

Got it set up and now I’m ready to go.

I’m embarrassed to tell you how unsettled I was prior to that call. I wasn’t sleeping well because I failed to trust God.

I wonder if we ever get better at this thing called life?

Thank you God for being patient and understanding my insecurities and even at 65, working me through them.