Deserts – parched and baked dry, yet even in this environment – life exists.
Not only that. In its own way it thrives, drinking in moisture gathered from the mists rolling in. Specially adapted hairs catch the faintest sign of life-giving sustenance, and through this, they in turn flower and provide the barren landscape with a varied plant life able to stay alive under the most adverse conditions.
When we find ourselves in a spiritual desert, we must raise our arms high and welcome His breath into our lives. These are our hairs! Our extended surface area that we need to gather all He has to offer. On the darkest of days when our souls have shrivelled into dry parchment and the words are bleached out by the sun, the moisture of His breath is the salvation that only He can offer. But to receive it we should stand tall. Raise every part of our being into the sky to catch the faintest of His whispers and let it condensate gather on our sacrificial bodily stance.
This wilderness is our desert not His, but the wind is His whisper not ours, and the mist we receive are our baptism of salvation that will produce the most beautiful blossoms to glorify the environment He has placed us in.
