Into the Fire

Traveling in the proverbial desert, there is no end in sight. The circular reasoning of paths repeated, mirages giving false hopes, and the searing heat of weighing unthinkable options comprise the desert experience.

For now, I'm there. Wherever that is.

As a writer, I'm dry. As a human, I'm soaked in tears. As a woman of God, I'm tasting sips of supernatural water to sustain me. And I know there is purpose in it all.

This isn't new, though every new desert has its own particulars and visuals. Most of the time I bring these desert experiences upon myself. This time I think it's coming from the external sorrows of others and the choice to read instead of write. Again.

Life can go from oasis to desert to oasis to desert. Through every experience we can choose to remain faithful or go off chasing mirages. I know this because I've chased plenty of them. No more. I wait. I absorb the stifling heat and endure the stinging salty water of my tears.

If you wonder how I really am: I'm good. Don't worry. Been here. Done this. And the Lord is faithful. Even when I'm not.

And you?

Father, thank you for always always rescuing me. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.