This is Day 6 of 40 days of the allegorical devotional fiction, The Woman in the Wilderness

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    The Morning


    Dawn peeked into the quiet valley, revealing her motionless body as she woke from deep sleep. Her first waking thought even before she opened her tear-stained eyes was whether or not everything was nothing but a dream.

    The wilderness. The spring. The fire.

    She remembered it all in vivid detail. As she awakened into full awareness, scanning her surroundings with one swift gaze, she realized that it was all real. She was in the wilderness, finding – or perhaps losing – her way deeper into the narrow valley with its welling springs, pitch black nights and lightning fire.

    She paused and let out a small gasp as complete remembrance of the night before caught up with her. The fire. She went through the fire and it consumed her.

    She expected something to change after going through the fire. She didn’t know exactly what transformation she was expecting to happen, but she surely wasn’t expecting to find herself pretty much the same way she had been the night before. If anything, at that point, she just felt more broken and alone than she did the day before.

    She clung desperately to words, which He once spoke to her – a faint memory of Him and His Love.

    It’s what you trust in, but don’t yet see that will keep you going.

    Faith and the hope that this journey would take her to Him was all she had and even that was fighting to stay on flimsy grounds, because if she were to be honest to herself, she felt hopeless and alone. She was desperate to cling to some form of visible, tangible hope and yet all she had were memories of His promises and her desire to see the unseen, touch the intangible, simply be with Him.


    Tears flowed down her face as questions flooded her mind. How can I trust Your word? How do I know for sure that You will be true to Your word? It’s all I have to cling to. Your word and Your promises are all I have to cling to. Her thoughts mimicked the heart of the 119th psalm over and over again.

    I only just began this journey and already I am feeling the weight of my weakness, my transgressions, pulling me down like heavy burdens I couldn’t possibly carry. What was the fire for? Aren’t these things supposed to have been consumed by the fire?

    Her disillusionment increased as she continued to ponder and dwell upon her woes. She squint her eyes shut and felt the scorching sun burning against her skin as it rose to its peak. Where are You, my Love? She could feel the now familiar ache within, the one caused by her yearning, pining and longing for Him.

    There was no answer. Today, when she felt she needed His assurance most, He chose to be silent, save for one gentle reminder from His words engraved deep within her heart.

    Return to your rest, my soul, for the Lord has been good to you.

    She recalled the refreshing water from the springs and how it revived her weary soul. She recalled how His lightning lit up the dark night, dispelling the shadows that were threatening to ruin her. She recalled Him and His gentle alluring of her, His still, soft whispers carried to her wanting ears by vagrant breezes.

    The earth is filled with Your love, O Lord. Teach me Your ways. Save me for I am Yours. Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light for my path. Sustain me according to Your promise… do not let my hopes be dashed.

    Clinging to His word and the renewed faith that came with it, she rose up and made the choice to rise above her disillusion. She decided that she knew better than to give into discouragement and chose to say, with heartfelt candor, “Praise my Lord!”

    Just as she knew it would, inexplicable joy surged from within her, filling her with the kind of spirit that she needed in order to last in her journey.



    It’s what we trust in but don’t yet see that keeps us going.
    2 Corinthians 5:7 (MSG)

    Return to your rest, my soul, for the Lord has been good to you.
    Psalm 116:7 (NIV)

    The earth is filled with your love, Lord;
    teach me your decrees.

    I gain understanding from your precepts;
    therefore I hate every wrong path.
    Your word is a lamp for my feet,
    a light on my path.

    Sustain me, my God, according to your promise, and I will live;
    do not let my hopes be dashed.
    Psalm 119:64,104-105,116 (NIV)

    Most likely, we’ve experienced fiery encounters with God, precious moments where we’ve experienced His astounding glory. Maybe we went to a church camp or a conference or maybe it was just in the quietness of our bedrooms, intimate moments of fellowship and worship to Him. We then go back to the routine of our daily lives, the grind, the messes, the challenges, the struggles. We fall into old patterns, comfort zones, and we forget those encounters.

    Almost like they never happened.

    It is as Peter walking on water while his eyes are set on Christ, and then sinking once he sets his eyes on the waves and the storm.

    Can you relate?

    We trust and we hope and we hold on to faith. And it feels like life just keeps on kicking. And then we lose sight of the hope that we’re clinging too.

    But the earth is filled with His love! If only we would just see with faith’s eyes, we will see His goodness, His faithfulness to us.

    Let’s remember those moments of encounter. While in the wilderness, when we’re tempted to complain and murmur as the Israelites did, let’s remember our Red Sea moments, when He came through and parted the seas for us. Let’s not forget His greatness and power. Let’s not forget His love.

    And as we remember, may we remember to give Him the praise that is due His name.

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    Joanna Alonzo is a walking paradox. She is a beautiful, albeit messy, mixture of thought and emotion, expressed in the form of hopefully readable – and relatable – stories. She is a kingdom kid, who looks forward to being a writer and storyteller even when she reaches heaven. She is passionate about the unreached, about those who have yet to know the Love she found in the arms of the Almighty. She is intrigued by the world and its people, who day by day, continue to convince her that God is the greatest Storyteller of all.
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