It used to be difficult for me to understand why Jesus would go off alone into the wilderness to pray. Why didn’t He go to a nice seashore? Or under a calming waterfall? Or why didn’t He just pray in a comfortable guest room at a friend’s house? When I looked back at some of my wilderness moments—those dry places when I questioned whether God was even with me—it was in such times that I learned that it doesn’t matter where I go to pray or live. Wherever I go, or whatever difficult situation I’m ... moreIt used to be difficult for me to understand why Jesus would go off alone into the wilderness to pray. Why didn’t He go to a nice seashore? Or under a calming waterfall? Or why didn’t He just pray in a comfortable guest room at a friend’s house? When I looked back at some of my wilderness moments—those dry places when I questioned whether God was even with me—it was in such times that I learned that it doesn’t matter where I go to pray or live. Wherever I go, or whatever difficult situation I’m experiencing, God is there. He’s faithful and present. In the wilderness God has made a way for me out of no way. In the wilderness God has healed my broken heart. In the wilderness I’ve enjoyed intimacy with God and learned how to wait on Him. The wilderness is the perfect place to pray.
