Emphasis Preaching Journal

My brother and I were on a canoe trip in Canada, and we had gone for an entire day without seeing another living soul. It was kind of a miserable day: The black flies were biting and we weren't entirely sure of our position relative to the map we had. One of us remembered a chorus we had learned in Sunday school and we began to sing, "My Lord knows the way through the wilderness, all I have to do is follow...."

God says through Isaiah, "I am making a way in the desert and streams in the wasteland."