After leaving Marah, the Israelites traveled on to the oasis of Elim, where they found twelve springs and seventy palm trees. They camped there beside the water. – Exodus 15:27
In Utah, where we used to live, it’s a desert. The most beautiful, magical desert you will ever see. There’s a National Park there, called Zion. Fitting name.
In order to get through the park, from one end to the other, you have to go through a tunnel. It’s a marvel, a feat of engineering and a place of historic record. But it’s just a tunnel. A path carved though rock. It’s dark and it’s claustrophobic and… well… dark.
But you have to go through, you have to, to get to where you’re going because there is no other road that goes where you want to go. Truly.
Here’s the thing. This particular tunnel, so long and dark and stifling, features something called “galleries”… six of them, to be exact.
So we get fresh air and light along the way.
So we don’t miss the majesty of this place.
Carved into the cliff wall of a tunnel. Who does that?
He plants oases in our path and scatters the stone walls with galleries, to remind us how much we mean to Him. To bless us when all seems hopeless. To be Himself.
May you smile today, as you pass them… as you stop to enjoy the breeze and the view… as you remember.
What a mighty God we serve.
Mighty Father, thank You for the refreshment You provide for our souls. We stand in awe. In Jesus’ Name, Amen…
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