Why streams? What desert?

This is what the Lord says-
he who made a way through the sea,
a path through the mighty waters,
who drew out the chariots and horses,
the army and reinforcements together,
and they lay there never to rise again,
extinguished, snuffed out like a wick:
"Forget the former things;
do not dwell on the past.
See, I am doing a new thing!
Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?
I am making a way in the desert
and streams in the wasteland.
The wild animals honor me,
the jackals and the owls,
because I provide water in the desert
and streams in the wasteland,
to give drink to my people, my chosen,
the people I formed for myself
that they may proclaim my praise."

Isaiah 46:16-21

So, this is a little glimpse of my life - the good, the bad, and the ugly - since I am unfortunately not able to spend nearly as much time with all of you as I would like. I have always had a love for rambling on and I will try not to do that here. What I will do, instead, is share my own struggles, joys, heartaches, and questions. I constantly chase after idols, but I serve the One who pursues His people and restores them. I am clinging to that hope because I am nothing without His grace. It is He who has saved me, He who makes streams in the wasteland.