wearedust

Walking barefoot on the hard crust of our backyard, dusty dirt coated my two bare feet. All along the fence were crevices in the earth – dry cracks two inches wide and two feet deep.

The ground is thirsty.
Have you ever been thirsty or dusty?

Just as a father has compassion on his children, so the Lord has compassion on those who fear Him. For He Himself knows our frame; He is mindful that we are dust. Psalm 103:13-14

God knows our frame. He knows how we are formed because he formed us. He scooped up the dust of the earth and fashioned man. Does he remember the dirt under his fingernails?

Some days I am dustier than others.

I am grateful God looks on my dusty frame with compassion. And I am curious.

If compassion flows from the memory of his framing, I wonder…. did he shape us sponge-like? Did he form us to run dry? Is thirst a part of the grand design?

In our weaknesses, our flaws, our propensity to shrivel up he doesn’t hang us out to dry. He provides. He satisfies. He strengthens.

The Lord will guide you always; he will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land and will strengthen your frame. You will be like a well-watered garden, like a spring whose waters never fail. Isaiah 58:11

Tropical winds carried nearly seven inches of rain to my backyard. Steady rain soaked deep into the soil without washing it away. The cracks and crevices disappeared as the earth expanded with much-needed moisture. The ground is soft and sponge-like, squishing under my feet and strengthened by the rain.

Hard may seem strong, but hard cracks and separates. Hard pulls away.
Soft expands. It reaches out. Soft is strong because soft is connected.

This is our dusty frame, designed to crave connection with the Creator. Our soul searches for the satisfaction he alone provides the way my dry, cracked backyard longed for rain.

O God, you are my God; I earnestly search for you. My soul thirsts for you; my whole body longs for you in this parched and weary land where there is no water. Psalm 63:1