In literal terms, a desert is an arid, unforgiving environment. One that offers very little support to any life. Scarce precipitation. Nothing to shield the heat of the day or the chill of the night.
Metaphorically speaking, a desert could be illustrative of those times in your life when things seem equally unforgiving. Unsupportive. And unbearable.
Encountering our personal deserts can be just as daunting an expedition as a trek through the Sahara.
It could be a Mojave of one of our own making.
The result of an ill thought, leading to the wrong words, followed by a poor choice. Perhaps assuming a risk we weren’t prepared to handle or are ill-equipped to overcome left us alone in the “wilderness”.
On the other hand, maybe our desert is one of those situations considered chance. Circumstance. Nothing more than “the hand we were dealt”. An injury or illness. The loss of independence. Livelihood. a Loved one. .
Sometimes we need to learn how to endure that “lost” sensation.
To submit to being stripped down to our core does not necessarily mean we are defective and have to be rebuilt. More often than not, we seem to unintentionally – or intentionally – build over our best features, losing sight of who we really are. Losing some of these veneers will enable us to confront ourselves in an honest and transparent fashion.
As we journey through life, an encounter with one or multiple, interconnected deserts is something that is bound to happen. In fact, it is something that needs to happen so that a deeper message can be transmitted directly to each of us.
A message whose signal can only be detected within the confines of a desert.
Regardless of the circumstance, each desert we enter, cross and exit has within it a specific purpose. Even as we find ourself in the midst of its wide, inhospitable expanse, and the emptiness of that moment begins to close in about us, all is not lost.
As shortcomings, missteps and failures are laid bare, the image of our personal landscape can change. A verdant oasis of numerous gifts and blessings might lay hidden behind a shimmering mirage of flaws. Lacking any protection from the heat that can be generated through personal accountability, one can feel the burn of actions ill-conceived. The numbing impact of thinking that we might be going it all alone, can be like a shivering journey through the cold sand once the sun goes down.
With some courage, we need not be held hostage, adopting a perspective that begs the question “why me?”.
A more fitting and proper viewpoint would be the simple, declarative statement:
“It’s for me”.