The Dry Land Never Complains

The dry land never complains and says, “I am dry.”

They are always so understanding,

— Unless you prune the tree, you’ll never find fresh figs, they say.

— Unless you give the tree some water, the leaves will never bring healing, they say.

— Unless you water the garden, you’ll never know there’s a pomegranate in your heartache heart, they say.

— 365 days a year, they say.

— Minds may never understand, they say.

— But God – who gives far more than we could ever ask or imagine – says:

“Stay in faith, Retah, I am with you.”

The heartache heart grows weary

from the wind that blew too long without rain.

And yes, from a barren and broken place

rises a sound — a desperate cry:

“Have mercy on me, dear God.”

Me was hidden deep beneath layers

of devastation and debris.

The depth came forth —

the land was barren,

but heavily taxed

by false accusations.

Two thousand years ago —

that was what I held on tight to.

Jesus Christ died

for the known and the unknown —

for me and for you too.

Too many days passed by.

Alone, we stayed together in a room,

fighting for life to breathe again.

Mandates rose over us —

but just as President Roosevelt said:

“There is nothing to fear but fear itself.”

(Fear of fear — an emotion that grows roots

and begins to control.)

Death knocked on the door more times

than I can count.

But who knows fear better

than one who has stared it down?

That’s the demonic encounter’s name: Fear.

Do not fear — God said.

But Fear said,

“I am scary. I will kill you.”

No more death threats, I said.

I am who God YHVH says I am.

The fear they want you to carry

is a false fear.

We cannot be taken out of Christ —

never!

Psalm 25:12-15

“Who are they that live in the holy fear of YHVH?

You will show them the right path to take.

Prosperity and favor will be their portion,

and their descendants will inherit the earth.

There is a private place reserved for the devoted lovers of God YHVH,

where they sit near Him and receive

the revelation secrets of His promise.”

The fear-filled heart became

a stable place of dignity

and honor

toward God YHVH.

The soil of the soul remembers Eden.

It aches for the dew-love of His presence.

The cry of the desperate is not denied —

for He has not forgotten the dust.

We are made of dust.

He breathed into clay

and called it holy.

So I stood, and I saw —

the land wept.

They cried aloud,

“Have mercy on us, dear God.”

The whisper inside the innermost being

grew louder as we spoke.

The sound of music arose,

and the land declared:

“No more shame on you — just stand and see.”

He says:

“Child, I will never let go of your hand.”

Isaiah 49:16

“You are engraved on the palms of My hands.”

So clearly, I read the dispensation shift —

from the visible to the invisible,

from the known into the unknown.

He sends His Word like rain.

His Spirit intercedes with groans deeper still.

(Romans 8:26)

He hears the prayers not uttered —

“Have mercy on me, dear God.”

So this day, we sing a new song.

Twenty-one years later,

a sound of music comes forth.

It starts not in the mouth,

but in the marrow.

Even the bones, even the sand, said to me:

“Jesus loves us, this we know,

for the Bible tells us so.

Little ones to Him belong —

they are weak, but He is strong.

Yes, Jesus loves me,

Yes, Jesus loves me,

Yes, Jesus loves me —

the Bible tells me so.”

May we all come as children together

and bow our heads to say:

“I love You, Jesus Christ,

Savior of my soul.”

I am not abandoned.

Not lost.

Not cast aside —

but a beloved child of God YHVH.

“I am forever Yours.”

Thank You to all who prayed for us

and walked this journey with us.