Desert Rose

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O7OGieXHM5g

Ignore the very 80's/90's look but the song...

I loaded a good friend's Mp3 player recently and added this song to both of our playlists.

I don't know what is up lately, but I've started thinking a bit more about what is behind me and what has made me who I am today.

This song was my theme after I left Indiana University. When I felt like my dreams were dying and I didn't want to go back to my hometown. Sister Seniour called me "our Esther" in those days because of an IBC musical at Music Fest (where the line that got me crying was "God why can't I serve you where I want to serve you?")

The desert rose, the idea of something beautiful coming out of some of the dryest points of life is just amazing to me. And that's the nickname that I gave myself at so many points. Amazingly enough, I am now literally, living in the high desert and blooming in a spot where I thought would kill me if you'd asked me ten years ago.

God is good. He's the God of second chances and third chances and fourth chances. In spite of my rebellious streak a mile wide, he chooses to use me here in Idaho. He CHOOSES to see me through his blood and not for all my faults and failures, my thoughtless tongue and my impetous nature.

And for now, that's enough.