desert dance

Take my hand and

Flow as we move through the desert sand

Or on the waves of the sea

Dancing to the rhythm of my heart beat.

And soon after all this time

Here is the place I’ll love you back to life.

— dancing in the desert

“desert dance”

God has moved me and a lot of us away from the noise. He has called me out into the desert, away from comfort. Away from the things I thought made me, me. And He has shown me a love so wide. A love that sets a soul free and pours out grace that doesn’t run out. In the dry desert space around me, He has shown me the rivers that flow on the inside. Rivers that encompass every dry or dead thing and filter life. And in the nights I get tired and feel all alone, He holds me and lets me feel. There is no rush to a quick fix or obvious solution, because He knows that some things simply shouldn’t be this way. We sit in the hurt and then, when I’m ready, He takes the hurt to give me peace from the top of my bun to the tips of my toes. In the morning I awake with hope as He whispers, “See, you made it. Awake to live another day in the love and freedom I have given you. You will feel pain again, but now you know how I heal. I just did it. So wake up and live.” Every morning I open my eyes to love. He is loving me back to life and sending a friend or two to help. Life can be a wonderful adventure when we let go. You can get lost in the way the light hits a sea shell under water or how the sharp edge of a pink building juxtaposes itself in front of the soft, blue sky, or in a deep laughter that takes you out of the world for a moment. Every single detail of the world around you becomes beautiful as your eyes open to the complexities of how vibrant life lives beneath the ocean waves or how a conversation can feel like home. So jump in and immerse yourself. Be where you are. On the other side of the hard and hurtful is healing that sends you spinning and floating and dancing as you get to move in the life that has already been won for you.