Second Thoughts – Finding Streams in the Desert

Greetings Dear Reader,

Sometimes I will end the day with thoughts that are important to get out.  Usually I just write them and put them in my journal folder.  I have chosen that on occasion I will share them with you Dear Reader.

As I turn my home back into a house I have to tackle areas where there are items rife with memories.  This week I delved into some things that could be an emotional mine field.  They were.  Things carry memories both painful and sublime. 

I worked through some boxes that held painful reminders of a lost marriage and some dead dreams.  Another box was water damaged and I almost tossed the entire thing instead of working through its contents.  In the moment it seemed less painful that venturing into the unknown turmoil of its contents.

Then that poke at the back of my head said to check it anyway.  Whenever I ignore that poke it turns out badly.  I steeled my heart and dove into the moldy abyss.  My sinuses immediately requested that I leave the box to its demise.  I stepped away, inhaled deeply, and dove in.

The reward was the discovery of things both painful and sublime.  Some things once precious to me had been claimed by the dampness.  I discarded them into the rubbish.  Some items were worth recovering.   I put them in a packing box.

Then at the bottom, when the mold assailed me the most I found treasure.  In the desert of my moving to solitude I found an oasis precious and beautiful.  In a sealed bag safe from the moisture was my Grandfather’s first edition copy of Streams in the Desert.  I keep a new copy of this same book on my desk as daily reminder of how I should follow Christ.      

This memento of man who loved me so deeply could not have come back to me at a better time. The courage I need to face the unknown must come from God.  The voice from the past of one who loved is a way in which I hear God’s voice.  It reminds me that I do not have to know what is ahead.  I simply have to have faith and follow.

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”

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