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Date: April 26, 2006

This word is submitted by Jane Larsen (jlarsen65@hotmail.com)

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                             The Fields

I know that you have felt like this dry and sun scorched land.  There has 
been a long season of drought, of pain, of heat and trials that have emptied 
you and left you crushed, feeling broken and alone.  Again, you have felt as 
if this was to be your home, this dry and arid place that has no shade, no 
where to rest your weary head.  The heat has almost blinded you and you have 
been unable to take one more step.

The oasis has always been next to the dry place.  Always, it has been there, 
watered by My hand, tended by Me.  Sometimes your walk will take you to 
different places.  High places, hot and dry places, places that are plagued 
by pain and struggles, but these places are changing and molding you, they 
are strengthening and preparing you.  Could you enjoy the watered valley if 
you had not stood in the sun drenched wilderness?  Could you stand in times 
of trial if you had not been prepared?  Could you sense trouble if you always 
lived sheltered in the gentle hill lands?

You are a fighter, a mighty warrior, that has braved the heat, that has 
stood through the trials, that has held on no matter what season you were 
plunged in.  These things last but a moment, and when you step over in the 
place of peace and abundance, the hard places will be a memory, a memory of 
a training ground that you conquered.

Remember I am the beginning and the end.  I see you through, I lift you up 
on the wings of eagles so you will soar above all these circumstances.  I 
promised to open the door when you knocked, to give when you ask, to 
deliver from anything that tried to distract you, tempt you, call you.  
You have not wondered off the path, you have been led through the desert, 
sustained in the heat and you have conquered.

Square your shoulders and shake off the dust of this place for you will be 
here no more.  Now is the time of the valley softness.  Now is the time of 
the cool breeze and restoration.  Restoration of all that was lost. Both 
small and large.  Nothing, no nothing is too hard for Me, who owns the 
cattle on a thousand hills and who walks the places no one has seen, who 
watches and works all things for good as you rest, as you sleep.  Always 
here, I am here.