Her foot steps forward, the familiar sound of crunching gravel and dry grass is absent. The ground is soft and seems to give a little underneath the weight of her foot, this is not the sinking feeling of mud, but the fresh feeling of a meadow on a spring day.
Her eyes travel up, the sky is bright and clusters of puffy clouds seem to be painted on it, like splotches on a blank canvas. She’s out. The cool breeze meets her cheeks while her lips press into a smile. Her eyes close with a deep breath of overdue serenity. She pauses, letting her surroundings saturate her senses.
She is back. Now knowing with her whole being that her time in the desert has ended. But she vowed never to forget the time she spent there, understanding the nature of a season.
She’s back. Now she waits. Peace fills her heart, the overflow turns to joy. She lays back in the soft carefully placed blades of grass and rests, basking in the light of His faithfulness.
