Around the corner from my house, someone has taken an old single story duplex, torn out the ratty yard and put in extensive drought resistant cacti complexity. I pass by every day, twice a day.
In the morning, when the sun is just right, the many twinkling jewel sized blossoms in his yard sparkle and shimmer in mid-air, vibrant despite the lack of water resources.
This garden, these jewels remind me that God promises to make a desert into a garden. It reminds me that even in lack, God can sustain me, can make me bloom and in that desolation, the bloom will be that much more noticeable.