I was just reading over a note from a dear friend that talks about the "desert place" she is in. Funny, I was just thinking about my own desert places yesterday.
I remember learning that my identity is not bound up in what I do: for the Church, for my family, at my job. Rather, my identity is bound with who I am in Christ: his daughter, beloved and sanctified. Not because of who I am, but because of who He is.
I remember learning that Worship is not about me, but rather about Him. Worship looks different than I thought it did. Worship is sometimes about playing one more game of Monopoly instead of having some selfish time. Sometimes worship is about sitting in peace and prayer.
I remember learning that God's plan is good, but not always nice. Kinda like God Himself. "Nice" says everything will be, well, nice! "Good" says everything will be good. In that deep, satisfying way that only good can be.
I think desert times are highly overrated. I do think that sometimes we choose the desert because we are human and weak. But sometimes God leads us into those times and places of being completely spent where we have no choice but to lie down flat and wait.
God bless you all,
Susan
