Desert

This season of suffocation has made these bones dry and this heart heavy.

When the sand storms come, my breathe is stolen from my lungs in a single exhale.

The mirage of water appears throughout the miles traveled miles, but I fail to quench this thirst deep in my soul. My eyes become dry and weary in searching.

I'm not supposed to be the one searching. I become lost easily trying to rely on my own feet. My chest grows heavy and my breathe short.

I see water in the faint distance but I doubt the truth of it. In the searching I have lost the importance of the journey.

I find the water and the quenching honesty of the love found. There I find truth in my travels among the winding sand hills. This journey was given not to find myself, but to find Him among the dryness.

I feel the dryness from the air but I stay hydrated from the quenching love poured out. I find myself stumbling looking for the truth in my own heart only to find the truth in His heart instead.

This is not my journey alone, this journey to meant to be walked alongside Him. When I find the truth I find the love. When I search along the right path I find the footprints to travel beside.

In my searching I found the easiness of losing my footing, and making my own path among the dry bones. I've learned this is not my journey alone for he knows all the best places, the most beautiful mountains and streams. My hands can only reach for beauty, His hands create the vast beauty.

I will not travel alone. I will be guided to the water to find Him there. The water quenches the deepest desires and the yearning of this heart.

Whenever I search; I may stumble, I may feel lost, I may lose my footing but I always find my way back

Home.

Love + Grow.

-A.