The church service was nearing an end, but a friend who was recently widowed, grabbed my arm and said, “Come pray with me.” The pain in her eyes was undeniable.

We dropped to our knees at the altar, and my heart broke as she poured out her grief in prayer, “God, I feel like You are a million miles away! Help me!”

I tried to pray for her, but her words had gone right to my soul, and all I could think was, “Me, too. I feel like God is a million miles away, too.”

No, I was not grieving as she was, but I was in a valley – a difficulty that consumed me, and the pain surely showed in my eyes, too. I had lost my joy, and I knew it.

Some words finally came, and I prayed that somehow the sun would shine again for both of us, and that our joy would be renewed.

So, what should we do during a dry season when we need the Holy Spirit to rain on us? When we desire to be brought back to a place of joy and closeness to God?

Here’s what David did:

He prayed.

In Psalm 13:1-2, he cried out ‘how long’ four times! How long will you forget me? How long will you hide your face from me? How long will I have sorrow? How long will my enemy be exalted over me?

In Psalm 13:5-6, a mere three verses later – as he was still praying – he began to remember that he could trust in God’s mercy, rejoice in his salvation, and sing to the Lord.

As he poured out his despair to God, I believe he remembered WHO he was talking to!

Can God do all that in three verses? Change our ‘how longs’ to singing to the Lord? Of course He can!

When he remembered his WHO – then he knew victory would come.

Short chapter. Short prayer. Looonnnggg lasting solution.

No, my friend and I did not have a breakthrough that day.

But God was not through.

Our ‘how longs’ did not last long.

Because we began to remember our WHO.

And… our breakthrough was only three verses away.

One day – the sun – and the Son – began to shine again – in both our lives.

We began to trust, rejoice, and sometimes we even burst into song!

• A million miles away? Of course not. He lives in our hearts – that’s really close.

• No need to worry about our how longs.

• No need to worry about our HOW.

• We just need to remember our WHO.

Who’s your WHO?

He’s mine, too!

Ann is a speaker and teacher. Contact her at annfarabee@gmail.com or http://annfarabee.com