Unseen Companion

 Based on a poem by Steve Porter 

“When my soul is parched and dry

When out of touch, He seems so far away.

I groan, I plead for Him to pour afresh

His satisfying waters from on High.”

Beloved, have you ever walked through a season where your soul felt barren?

You know in your heart that God has not moved, but your spirit aches for the closeness you once felt.

There are moments when prayer becomes groaning, when words feel thin, and you plead…not for things, but for Him.

“Oh Lord, pour Yourself out afresh. I need You.”

You are not alone in that cry. The psalmist knew it.

Jesus, too, cried out from the dry place.

And the Lord hears the voice of the thirsty.

“Listening for His voice, I come apart

And wait for Him ‘as deep calls unto deep.’

And there my thirsting soul is filled

With rivers flowing from His very heart.”

This is where the breakthrough comes…not always in dramatic encounters, but in stillness.

You withdraw. You wait.

You lean in when nothing feels alive.

And somehow…there it is.

A trickle… a stream… and suddenly, the river flows.

Not from you, but from His heart to yours.

The One who created oceans and carved out rivers longs to pour Himself into you.

Not because you’ve earned it, but because He loves you.

“Begotten of the Father, Christ appears

In barren wilderness with healing oils.

With mercy streaming from His Father’s House

And crimson cloths to wipe away my tears.”

He does not meet us only in the garden…He appears in the wilderness.

In the dry, cracked, dusty places.

That’s where He walks in, carrying healing oil and mercy.

He doesn’t shame you for your tears…He wipes them gently.

He doesn’t meet your sorrow with harshness…He wraps it in crimson love.

“Fellow pilgrim in that desert place

The Master sets a table there for you

And bids you come and dine, your soul refresh.

Come feast on riches of His sovereign grace.”

You may feel forgotten, unseen, weary from the road.

But listen…He has set a table for you right here.

Not after you get stronger. Not once the storm has passed.

Here. Now. In the desert.

He calls, “Come and dine.”

And what a feast it is. Grace. Mercy. Rest.

The food of Heaven to nourish your soul.

“And though you feel you have no advocate

You’re traveling on this road in solitude,

Unseen He walks beside, His presence sure,

For nothing from His love shall separate.”

Even when you can’t feel Him…He’s walking with you.

You are never alone.

You may not hear His footsteps, but He’s there.

You may not see the Advocate, but He pleads for you still.

Nothing…not silence, not failure, not fear…can separate you from the love of God.

“God’s promises are true, and rest assured

That for the asking they may be obtained.

Know this…He’ll never leave you all alone

His love is everlasting, like His Word.”

Let this settle in your spirit today:

You are loved. You are heard. You are held.

God’s promises are not dusty words on a page…they are living, breathing, eternal truths.

They are yours for the asking.

He will not leave you.

He cannot forget you.

His love is not seasonal. It is everlasting.

Like His Word…it endures.

Dear friend, if your soul feels dry today, take heart.

The River still flows.

The invitation still stands.

Draw near. Lift your cup.

Let Him fill you again and again… and again.

You are His beloved. And He is near.

With Love,

Steve Porter

www.morningglorydevo.com