The Desert

It’s hard to believe that it’s Monday morning already.  Weekend, where did you go?  Did anyone get the chance for some alone time?

Last week, via Sara Hagerty and Mary Stafford, I was led to the following quote that has since settled on my heart and refuses to leave:

“Desert life sanctifies you. You have no idea you are changing. You simply notice after you’ve been in the desert awhile that you are different.”
A Praying Life, by Paul Miller.
I love how even in the desert, God is able to meet us, draw us in, and transform us.  Some of my driest seasons are seasons that I would never take back, because in those pits, I encountered God in an intimate, and loving way.  Even in my wasteland, God is at work; making me increasingly aware of my need for Him and His vast love for me. 
Last week, Caroline shared about a dry season she’s experienced and noted that even in the desert,  “I have been reminded and made aware –more than ever—of my acute need for Jesus.  I have been made more aware of my insatiable thirst that can only be quenched by Jesus—the Living Water.  So while it’s been hard, dry, and I have been weary, I am ever thankful that He led me into this place to remind me of my brokenness, my barrenness, without him.”
 “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 43:18-21 


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