A PLACE TO GET THE DEVIL OUT
The desert will try you. Baked heat of your body. Sun up all day, relentless.
Jesus knew. He went into the desert. The devil met him there. Taunting and taunting.
Relentless devil promises.
The desert will try you. Thirst parched up in your throat. You can hardly speak and then delirium.
Not a pleasant way to die. Crawling for shade brush, some sliver of shadow to save you a little while.
I know.
I have been that way. Out of water and caught in desert's death grip.
Only my mind saved me, before it almost went out. Just make it a little farther. The car not far off.
And water there.
So make slow movement now, strain to move along the trail, another short piece make, another brush of shade and rock.
Flashback then of words that couldn't be spoken now. Maybe never, just dry saliva dirt.
Somehow maybe Jesus saw, brought back memories of his torment then. Had mercy and his answers and helped me make it to the car.
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