A month ago my dear friend Joy came over.
We started talking, and she said something really profound to me:
"right now, you're in the desert of your desert season."
I nodded in agreement.
Its been an interesting few months for me as I navigate a whole bunch of change that has happened recently. For the first two years I lived in my apartment things were so still, and I needed that stillness desperately: to heal from a broken relationship, to enjoy living on my own, to get back on my faith feet again. This year, I started to stir a bit.
And all the while I've been waiting sometimes patiently, sometimes not, on the Lord to bring my dreams and the desires of my heart to fruition.
The thing about the desert is that even though it's the desert, it's still beautiful. In a really dramatic, poignant way.
There are character qualities that this season has brought out of me: a deeper sense of kindness, more compassion, a strong sense of intuition, and softness. And for those I am really grateful.
God has met me here time and time again with such abundance that it's hard to be resentful that I don't have everything I want. Because He is right here with me.
I love the Easter story, and really love that there's a day that straddles the crucifixion and the resurrection. I think that day, Saturday, is what most of life is: waiting in faith and trusting that He will bring you through.
This year I'm celebrating Easter in the actual desert of beautiful Arizona. And I can't help but laugh at how obvious God is making this all out to be for me. And you know what? It's beautiful here.
Happy Easter, He is risen.