I was never much a fan of the desert. It seemed unnecessarily dangerous - hot, waterless, full of poisonous snakes. Void of life and with no real reason to go there. Why would Jesus go out into the desert to pray?
My boys love the desert. Open space, cool rocks, things to climb, lizards to catch and best of all being a million miles away from everyone and everything.
Desert trips open my soul in a unique way. There are few distractions here. There is a type of isolated boredom and lifeless beauty that I have not found anywhere else. It's hours and hours of down time that create space for me to listen to God in an unforced or unfocused way. It is a meditation of rock and open space.
I can't imagine 40 years or even 40 days wandering in the desert but that would surely be enough to turn the heart and open the soul to a new call or direction.
Spring break for the boys is another desert trip and a I watch them scamper on hills and dig in the sand I quietly open my heart to listen to what the spirit might whisper.
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