I know people speak about "a dessert season" in their spiritual life, I did not think I would ever experience it and now that I am in that season I even thought it would be different, bad in a way.
Let me put it like this.
In a dessert everything looks the same. Every sand hill looks like the one you just passed. The sun and heat is so unbearing that you don't feel anything after a while. After a few hours you just stumble around and fall short not knowing what you are doing.
With me I have a few stars to guide the way. And it feels like I am even appropriately dressed for this. You know real dessert cloths, truth, righteousness,love,
Fear has no hold on me because I know I was called to this dessert and that He who has called me will never take a step backwards when I am moving in His direction.
My dessert has an oasis. The key to the door is red, shaped in the form of prayer. The best way to the door is a 100 steps up and then to your left. It's not like the living water kind of vibes though. More just like drops of heaven falling on you to keep you going.
It's not a bad season its just like I misplaced my overflowing cup and lost my song. I am learning here guys! I will appreciate his tangible present more. I am learning how to run with perseverance even though my lips are dried out and I have blisters on my feet after the last thousand kilometers I just roamed.
I get to meet people along the way some of them have their overflowing cups with them and others don't even have a cup yet. I love both types of fellow dessert dwellers.
I sometimes get these thoughts on "where is He? Where is my living water and my daily bread? Why can I not find Him" Just to find my helmet of righteousness, protecting my thoughts, is falling off because of the sweat rolling down my brow. It's like a sickness I am sweating out. Getting rid of all baggage and extra weight .
But through all of this I get to witness fireworks in people who recieve cups for the first time. In a dessert. Far from what I know.
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