Embrace truth; embrace love.

I don’t care what anyone says about cacti, heatstroke, and the lack of greenery, the desert is a blessed land. With the exception of the largely uninhabitable tundra, there is no other place on earth thats life is so heavy in God’s hand, and by heavy I don’t mean a burden because it’s all the same to God. Everywhere else it will rain pretty regularly; but here, we must rely on God’s goodness and justice for rain—it’s a direct cause-effect relationship. I, like most people, immediately think of Israel wandering for four decades in the wilderness when I hear the word “desert” in the context of Christianity. But the desert was not created for a metaphor, and God was never far from the Hebrew children as they wandered in the desert without a home. The desert is my home, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Like the Israelites, all these years my shoes have not worn down, and I have had food to eat every day, physically and figuratively of course. My land is quenched from the tipping of God’s hand and the very release of Heaven, I’m completely dependent. God is never far away.