The psalmist laughs out loud anticipating the new thing God has promised through the prophet Isaiah. Like a dream come true freedom is found in the fortune restored and so the captives shout and laugh as the nations offer commentary. But as with all dreams there comes a time when one wakes up and even if pleasant memories remain the demand of the day is that you get out of bed and get on with it. Waking from the dream of the promise the psalmist prays for the dream come true. Be for us water in the wilderness so that the seeds of sorrow sown in captivity will be a joyful harvest of homecoming. Held captive by circumstance, in bondage to desire, controlled and controlling we weep what we sow. But longing for the dream come true the harvest of hope is for us water in the wilderness and like a pleasant dream recalled might even make us laugh out loud.
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