Not every written word in western life turns out to be “Cowboy Poetry.” Sometimes the thoughts a man has when he’s sittin’ quiet and alone just have to follow a logical path. Somehow that path turns into a kind of philosophy about how things work. Sometimes it’s real clear. At other times the thoughts just have to meander awhile. Eventually a man ends up where he didn’t know he was goin’. Fer example: I was thinkin’ recently, “How can one Scripturally motivated prayer every day make a difference in anyone’s life?”

As I was sittin’, contemplatin’, the Lord said to me, “Son, when you come to your secret place of prayer and devotion, I’m going to make sure you don’t leave empty-handed. When you open My Word and I show you an insight, you can be sure that it will impact the life for which it was given. It might be yours. It might be a child, a nation or a friend. You take that insight and pray it over them. The next day will be the same; then again and again, till one thought turned prayer becomes two, three, and four. Years down the road those daily insights, dewdrops of mercy, have turned into little trickles. Those trickles turn into streams and streams turn into to creeks. Creeks turn into rivers flowing from on high, over falls and then empty into great gorges moving steadily to mighty oceans.” That’s what God said.

So it all begins when one little dewdrop of water falls quietly, unnoticed and unseen. That dewdrop falls silently, softly, unnoticed into a leafy forest bed, one upon another. One by one the drops form a trickle moving slowly, steadily down ancient pathways. Leaves and branches form tiny estuaries of mist and dew leaving small watery trails behind them.

An insightful pilgrim travelin’ Oregon soil captured exactly this scene as he took in the beauty of Wahcella Falls:
 “Many powerful amazing things start from secret sources…No one may know all the good things you do quietly every day [the God thoughts you have or the prayers that you pray]. But some day their result will pour forth in glory [Behold, a small drop can become a grand story.]” (1)

A prayin’ dad, a prayin’ mom, granddad, grandmother – these come quietly day by day with a steady drip, steady prayers that become a silent, secret trickle. Those dewdrops, all taken together, one by one, over time become mighty powerful rivers and finally great oceans of prayer.

So I’ve come to the conclusion that God is found mostly in quiet, out of the way secret places. He speaks to men not so much to write books, give grand speeches or eloquent sermons. God intends mainly to simply set His folks to prayin’ in secret.

From a Scripture thought comes a prayer; 

A dribble that’s a drop, great things to be heir.

One dewdrop upon another until soon they become a trickle. That tiny trickle wanders through a wilderness seemingly without direction. It knows not its final destination. Somehow that trickle finds an infinite irresistible force, a river, an ocean that can’t be stopped and proves eventually its majestic and mighty power. (2)