Streams in the Desert

The current chapter in my life has had its ups and downs. There have seemed to be more question marks than anything else. At times I've felt like a wanderer in a desert.

When I moved back to America, I often found myself needing to de-stress, refocus, and simply be alone in my thoughts. So....I took up jogging. I do a lot of thinking when I jog. Honestly, I've been forced to do a lot of thinking about myself and the past because I jog through the park in the town where I grew up. My alone time in the park is like a stream in the desert. When my soul feels dry and aimless, I jog on paths that lead me around softball fields where I pitched, around swing sets where I swung, past soccer fields where old friends played, and alongside the elementary school I attended. I am often reminded that the God who put my life into motion is still guiding me.

For the past several weeks I've been in a study on Prayer. Everyone in the class is at least 30-40 years older than me. The saints in that class have been like a stream in the desert for me. They have encouraged me accepted me. Not only that, but they even let me teach one week!

My current job has taught me a lot. A lot about teaching, about myself, about people in general, and about other cultures. However, a fellow teacher has taught me the most. She took me under her wing from the first week. As a former M that served Mexico, we have a lot in common. While my job can sometimes feel like the Sahara, my coworker is that stream that refreshes me professionally and spiritually.

My family has gone above and beyond to help me in my transition, too. There are so many things they do every day and week to bring streams into my life.

While this this particular time has been dry in some ways, I'm thankful that God never lets me go with out the Living Water....the streams in the desert.