Welcome to my blog. I want to share things that I have learned...Take it however you want to, this is a blog about my take on life.
I have come through the desert during the past few months. What did I learn out in the desert? It's hot, dry, and there are lots of things that can hurt you, but most of all water is the one thing that I cannot live without in the desert. It can be a beautiful place, you reflect on what is really important and what things you need in life, the things that aren't available when you are so far away.
What kind of things? Joy, love, peace, rest...
I have found that I try to survive without water...I get burned, dry...parched and thirsty. Sometimes admitting my desperate need for certain things, like water is alot harder than trying to survive on my own without it. I go down...falling on my knees, at the point of dying...I cry out for water, showing my weakness...
THIS is the point at which the rain comes, at first a gentle drizzle, and then the more I cry the more the rain comes. It washes me over. It refreshed my skin, moistens my dry lips. It is life. It is not until I confess my need and give up my pride that the rain comes.
Why did the rain not come earlier? Why should the clouds give up their rain to someone who would take it for granted? At the deepest point of my desperation...that is when I will be the most grateful for the rain. Too tired to keep fighting, the clouds let go their precious relief on me.
This is my life...sometimes I take for granted the rain that comes, and I start walking in the desert thinking I'm strong enough by myself. It's in my most desperate moments that my need for refreshment in my spirit is so obvious, but often hard to see.
"How can it be so hard to see?" You may ask. When I am out there...all alone...when death is at my doorstep, images appear of what seem to be the solution to my thirst. Mirages of green trees and pools of crystal clear water traverse my mind and make my believe that they will save me. Each false hope only drags me further down and makes me more exhausted, but yet I continue to search for those little oasis' that will save me. It isn't until I cry out in my pain and desperation that the clouds release their rain and lead me back to the real still waters.
My life is wonderful. I have clouds that rain down whenever I need relief from the dry arid patches in this life. I have learned to cry out.
