I’ve once again picked up my leather-bound copy of the updated Streams in the Desert, the devotional written by L. B. Cowman and edited by James Reimann.
Streams in the Desert came into my life for the first time in 2005, just a few weeks before I would find myself in an emotional desert. Oh, how it spoke to my heart, day after day, week after week, month after month. It helped me see God in so many places in my life, even in the hard places.
I have read it through several times over the past five and a half years, and it has served me well. I’ve highlighted sentences, paragraphs, and whole pages. I’ve made notes to myself and put dates in the margins. I’ve stuck those little marker tabs on especially meaningful pages so I can turn to them frequently.
It’s no wonder this devotional is a favorite of so many Christians and has been since first published in 1925. I especially recommend the updated version which came out in 1997 because it has been carefully revised into today’s language (something James Reimann has also done with My Utmost for His Highest, another great classic).
Here’s part of the November 28 entry of Streams in the Desert:
Have you ever risen early, climbed a hill, and watched God make a morning? The dull gray gives way as He pushes the sun toward the horizon, and then the tints and hues of every color begin to blend into one perfect light as the full sun suddenly bursts into view. As king of the day, the sun moves majestically across the sky, flooding the earth and every deep valley with glorious light. At this point, you can hear the music of heaven’s choir as it sings of the majesty of God Himself and of the glory of the morning.
In the holy hush of the early dawn
I hear a Voice —
“I am with you all the day,
The clear, pure light of the morning made me yearn for the truth in my heart, which alone could make me pure and clear as the morning itself and tune my life to the concert pitch of nature around me. And the breeze that blew from the sunrise made me hope in God, who had breathed into my nostrils the breath of life. He had so completely filled me with His breath, mind, and Spirit that I would only think His thoughts and live His life. Within His life I had found my own, but now it was eternally glorified.
What would we poor humans do without our God’s nights and mornings! — George MacDonald
As I close this post, bright morning light is streaming through my office window, made extra bright because it is reflecting off the new snowfall from last night. The clear, pure light of the morning made me yearn for the truth in my heart, which alone could make me pure and clear as the morning itself and tune my life to the concert pitch of nature around me. Oh, how beautiful is the dawn, and how much I desire my life to be tuned to God.