Even in Deserts I Grow
I was planted in the parched desert of suffering.
Others scoffed at The Gardener who sows
in such unforgiving ground.
“Nothing could ever grow in that graveyard.”
They think they know better how to be fruitful.
Scattering seeds in shallow
soil of rich pleasure and ignore the weeds
that will one day choke them out.
But joy grows in this barren land
chosen for me.
I can’t depend upon myself to sustain.
I look to Him for rain.
Lean into His whispering wind for understanding.
Open my heart to the sunshine of His love,
Hope in the fruit I cannot yet see.
Faith and trust grow here.
I know that I know, The Gardener loves reaping a harvest.
Even in deserts
There are reminders that He is near.
Beautiful as always. Thank you, Karisa, for sharing your heart.
Thank you, Kathy!
Absolutely beautiful!
Thank you, Terri!
Karisa, what beautiful writing. The truths you share apply to so many areas of life. He is faithful.
Thank you!
Karisa,
A very beautiful description of being sustained in the most desolate of places and knowing it is God Himself who provides life giving water! Thank you for sharing your heart.
Thank you, Doris! God is so good, even in what seem like impossible circumstances.
I don’t have words that communicate how meaningfully this piece soaked into my heart from yours. Such a masterpiece; thanks for sharing.
Thank you! The imagery God gave to me for this poem was breathtaking. It was literally of my bare feet planted deeply into the desert soil of despair, growing good fruit, and showing the world that nothing is impossible for him. Just thinking about it brings tears to my eyes.