“Never give up in the desert”
— Donald Whitney
How deep and arid this desert can be. I feel the sun pounding on me without a drop of mercy. I have only the sand to drink. Even the bit of shade I imagine is ripped from my mind. I am flayed by my torment. And the darkness of night is approaching.
And in the darkest hour, I hear in my soul the beginnning of the damnable interrogation: If you really are a Child of God…