Miles and miles of brown. Endless barrenness. Parts of Death Valley go on forever and give you an idea of where the name came from. As we drove through this section I remembered being a child and going out to hunt rocks with my Grandmother. In general the rocks we hunted together were all sedimentary. I wondered what these rocks were, so we stopped to look. There were SO MANY rocks!
And then, this:
Amongst the endless brown, tiny green was springing up. You could only see it close up, in near.
When my life or the life of someone else seems to be endlessly barren, a wasteland, I am vastly underestimating what God is doing, what He is restoring, what He has planted and is causing to grow. Sometimes if I lean in close, I can see the beginnings of growth.
He is the God of surprises.
Just Sayin' 