They say the desert has a beauty of its own.
I suppose that’s true.
Or is it just that it helps us appreciate true beauty?
Can the brown sand really compare to the green, lush grass?
Can the blistering sun come close to the refreshing summer rain?
Can prickly cacti stand a chance against a sweet smelling pine tree?
Can miles of dust compare with the crashing waves of the ocean?
And yet, here I am in the desert.
Trying desperately, once again, to find beauty in this place.
To find meaning in its emotionally lingering pain and drought.
Begging You, God, to please rescue me.
Please.
This time, come and rescue me.
And I wait.
And I remember.
You have brought beauty to this desert place.
And in every instance it has been in the form of a person.
A relationship.
A “chance” meeting at Home Depot.
A divine appointment at Starbucks.
A new friend met on an airplane.
Four little faces that you have come to love as your own.
A connection of similar creative minds.
A tear shared with a stranger.
New friends that will share your heart for the rest of your life.
Children becoming amazing adults.
The list goes on and on.
The beauty of
A smile
A tear
A laugh
A hug
A tease
A song
A friendship
There HAS been beauty in the desert. A beauty that has nothing to do with the desert and everything to do with the God who has sustained, and refreshed and revived the soul of this girl with His very living water.
