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BLOOMING IN THE DESERT
I have travelled to many places all over the globe, and in
each of those places I have found beauty.
I see beauty mainly in nature in
the amazing variety of indigenous flora. I have seen beautiful lace plants in Finland
at dawn when the early morning sun turned every drop of dew into a diamond. I
have seen acres of lupines alongside the roads.
During my stay in England, I never ceased to wonder at the amazing
variety of bulbs that appeared in spring. I went to the Keukenhof Gardens in
the Netherlands to see the fields of tulips (my favorite flower, my late
husband always gave me the first tulip of the season!) Australia has its
variety of flowers that in many ways are similar to those I grew up with in
Rhodesia, the beautiful purple jacaranda trees lining the avenues throwing down
their purple carpet. Flamboyant and
tulip trees with their red carpets of fallen petals beneath them. In South Africa in the Western Cape, the fynbos
has a special kind of flora indigenous to that region, and Namaqualand daisies
that only flower once a year after rain has fallen in the desert.
What is the difference between thriving and surviving? Indigenous
plants flourish and thrive because they are in their home environment and have
adapted to the conditions, so they grow strong and healthy. Desert plants do
not thrive in wet conditions and visa-versa. After I had been divorced, I felt
uprooted, I left my country of birth, I was transplanted into a new environment
when I moved to Johannesburg and Cape Town.
In these right conditions I started to thrive, I found new friends who
uplifted me, a church that supported me in my journey into wholeness and work
that I loved. Because I thrived and grew in my new environment it helped my
children to as well. There were
difficult times as well, but we lived through the storms, because we were in
the right environment. After my husband died,
I transferred to the UK to start my life again.
This time around was a lot harder as the environment was more difficult to
adapt to. The weather for a start! Eventually I established myself in my new
environment, but I am not sure whether I was merely surviving, I would not
classify my existence as joyfully thriving though! After a time of rest and
renewal since retiring and moving to the USA I found I was thriving again. I had found my right environment, a church
that practices a creative ministry where I can use my gifts, family around me
and friends young and old whose company I enjoy.
Sometimes we may just be in an environment that is not conducive to thriving after we have been divorced or lost a loved one. Our inspiration and will to live is battered by these storms. Do you wait out the storm and bloom in the desert like the Namaqualand daisies? or do you transplant to a better environment where you can thrive? Those are questions you will need to answer for yourself. The prophet Isaiah has some words to encourage us “Even the wilderness and desert will rejoice in those days; the desert will blossom with flowers”. And again “Yes, there will be an abundance of flowers and singing and joy! The deserts will become as green as the Lebanon mountains, as lovely as Mount Carmel’s pastures and Sharon’s meadows; for the Lord will display his glory there, the excellency of our God.” Ask God where He wants you to bloom, be it the desert, mountains or meadows. Wherever it is He will display His glory through you.
Family stories are, perhaps, our own memorial stones. They remind us of who we are. They steady us when life becomes uncertain. And they help us understand that history is never merely something behind us; it continues to live quietly within us.
We are not separate from the past; we are shaped by it. The lives of those who came before us have influenced the world we now inhabit, just as our own lives will influence those who come after.
History is often described as the story of power, how it rises, shifts, and reshapes societies. Yet power does not move only through governments and armies. It moves quietly through families, through the opportunities and losses that shape the paths of individual lives. When we tell these stories, we remember that history is not distant or abstract. It is personal.
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