He doesn’t jump to resolve. Or rescue. The psalmist is moving through his pain and fear.
Moving through the murk, into trust.
He knows who God is.
And cries out to Him.

He doesn’t jump to resolve. Or rescue. The psalmist is moving through his pain and fear.
Moving through the murk, into trust.
He knows who God is.
And cries out to Him.

Desert city sojourn.
And I wade in the book of Isaiah. Meditating on the prophet’s words. For months.
Soaking in these passages that sound familiar. Close to home.
Scripture speaks true. Pointing out rebellion.
And revealing His compassion.

“It is written.”
Word of God speaking words of God. Teaching us the way.
After 40 days and nights of fasting in the wilderness, He’s hungry. Son of God. Son of Man. Hungry.
And the devil strikes first where He’s feeling immediate need.
Food.
“If you are the Son of God, tell these stones to become bread” (Matthew 4:3).
In other words: Prove it, Jesus.
