*In crossing your desert remember, there is beauty ~ life in the cactus bloom…
As a writer sometimes there is the tendency to keep re-visiting the past. This can be an area of possibility to get lodged, at times too comfortable?
There is a scale of balance when dealing with the past. We would have to ask ourselves the question, Why do we return to this country of former existence? What draws us to come back time and time again? Is it the ideals of wishing or wanting? Perhaps fuelling the need to change the avenue of thoughts? Actions that ushered the soul to sadness or… led our hearts to unchained happiness?
This place I speak of, a desert ~ one barely existing ~ living from promise to trial…
This place I speak of, a garden ~ one flourishing ~ blooming from love to purpose…
Whether this “place” is a desert or a garden, it could be a haven ~ retreat from this world that we are strangers in, sojourning. Let’s balance the scales, Haven? ~ Hideaway?
As Christians ~ Writers ~ Pilgrims… we need to ask ourselves the question, Can I reach my Zion by these frequent visitations? Are these visits refueling our FAITH and strength? or… Are these visits draining our FAITH tank, leaving us sputtering and choking?
Some find their Saviour ~ Salvation in their desert!
Some may find the dried bones of past struggles ~ the minds war!
Some perhaps only returning to their desert to view the mirage of hope…
The possibilities ~ perhaps
The hazards ~ cautions
If I were to ask myself ~ you to honourably describe the reality of your desert in three words…
Is that even possible?
What would the three words tell us?
Nothing in our lives happen by chance. God has divine purpose for each one of our lives. Whether we go through deserts, climb mountains, swim the waters of life, there is always purpose ~ justification.
As a Writer we can prayerfully use these deserts ~ gardens to inspire ~ encourage!
May we always truthfully pray for God’s will…
In our lives
In our writing
In our deserts
In our gardens
Amidst your scorching, barren desert of silence,
if you listen close, you will hear the voice of your spring ~ of living water.
Kathy J Snow©