• Streams in the Wasteland

  Holly Pinkham on October 24 2011

  When one of the guys in our community led worship this weekend, he shared and taught a new song he’d written. The song, inspired by his own journey, stood out to me because it so beautifully captured the experience of so many who live here and continue to come.  

  I meet a lot of people through church and in the community, many who have been here for several years, and many others who’ve been year less than 1-2 years. Still, a constant theme runs through most of our conversations – “I believe God called me here, but I’m not sure I know why anymore or what He’s doing…did I make the right decision? It’s not what I thought…so why did he bring me here?”

  I’m often reassuring people that they are not alone and that many others are in the same boat. I’m not sure what it is about L.A, I’ve never lived any place like it. So transient, so creative, so multi-faceted…and so incredibly unsure.

  Some people seem a bit irresponsible, moving out on a creative whim with passion to pursue dreams with  no real call or plan. Others only come because they were sure God called them, but then become unsure why or how things will turn out and begin to doubt. Either way, instability, change, and confusion appear to be the norm here.

  This psalm speaks to all of us in that state…stepping out in faith and crying out to God for his presence and peace as we surrender all to follow his call…  

   

  Streams in the Wasteland (A Psalm of L.A.)

  by Kevin Pecota

   

  On this windy road, I’m traveling along

  Don’t know where I’m going, but still I’m moving on

  The words that you have spoken, ring distant in my ear

  Once a vivid word, now cluttered with my fears

   

                                       

  Oh, I know you’re everywhere

  You’re the God that called the universe to be

  Oh, if you’re here with me

  There’s no mountain that I know I can’t defeat

   

  You provide streams in the wasteland, and ground for my feet                   

  The next step I take, you’ve been there before me

  Though I don’t see where I’m going, I know you’ll never leave

  Take me to the place where you want me to be   

   

  So here we are together, I know I’m not alone

  But what about your promise, to put me on a throne

  I’ll take the road less traveled, if that is what you want

  But don’t forget your servant, still trying to move on.

   

             

  Lord, I hope that you don’t want me to suffer on this road

  I hope that you’ve got a place for me that I can call home

  Lord, I wish that you elevate me now, to the highest mountain where

  I can see everything, everything

   

  You provide streams in the wasteland, and ground for my feet

  The next step I take, you’ve been there before me

  Though I don’t see where I’m going, I know you’ll never leave

  Take me to the place where you want me to be   

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