i woke up in the desert

we were talking a few weeks ago (me, katie, and gloria) about being here in the desert. i am finding it is an interesting place to be and live. there are so many metaphorical relationships to be drawn from being here, and a common thing i like to say is the title of this post. it is kinda like i don't really know how i got here or why. the last thing i remember is dreaming of living near my family and staying put for a while, and the next thing i know.... i woke up in the desert. not just any desert, but on the edge of the Arabian desert.

i started reading a book in hopes to plan my life. i know extreme, but necessary. basically in the first chapter of this book it talks about how in b.bl.lical times we see people get a plan and then they would have to wait before they could make something happen with that plan. usually in the desert. for example, moses, and paul. "Why give a man a vision and then send him to the desert?" the book mentions that time that passes between getting a plan and actually acting on it can feel like being in the desert- there is a small chance that the guy who actually wrote this book has ever spent a good amount of time in the desert, so what he thinks this period of time might literally feel like i believe is very metaphorical for him. however that is only slightly besides the point. anyway. he goes on to say, "The desert always feels like a complete waste of time. It is only when we are able to look back that our desert experiences make sense."

Well I don't really know what any of this means relating to me personally. it is kind of ironic however, that i am literally in the desert currently. i don't feel like this is a waste of time, but i also don't know what my purpose of being here will amount to be by the end of it. there are days when i don't mind the distance, but then other days when it sets in, and i realize that a) i am half way around the world, and b) i am half way around the world in the desert.