On a tour bus to see the ruins of Masada, the tour guide said …”and to your left over the hills is Jordan.” We all took out cameras but me my iPad and snapped even though we see Jordan and all around was desert.
The featured picture captured the arid desert of the region, but in the midst of this seemingly barrenness, there was the date palms, and various growing things. I began to consider things in my life and realize that where there is death, there is also life. In the embers there I unburned wood and ashes.
We have to choose every moment what will we choose life or death, love or hate? Will we live in our desert and make it a home? I believe that we can grow and bloom in our desert, with water and tender mercies, we can grow wherever we are planted. Be the rose in the desert.
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