I have to admit
I cringe when I see or hear the words “wilderness season”
I’d much rather be in a desert
It might be dry
At least life thrives there: cacti, desert sage, elephant trees – just to name a few
The wilderness (n.) :a barren or desolate area
What can grow there? Nothing. What’s the point?
This was supposed to be a poem about loathing that season
For I believe I’m in it
Constantly begging Him for an exodus so that I can transition into a new genesis.
But now I remember that God can create something out of nothing
“Creation Ex Nihilo”
So why can’t I trust Him to get me out of the wilderness?
God, forgive me. Help me to wait.