Life in the Desert

In an attempt to lure you into looking at some earlier slices of life in the desert, I am going to reprint the page called The Beginning.  I would ask that when you finish reading these brief paragraphs, you click on the link below,  and leave comments for me at the bottom of my first blog post.  Have you ever felt like a misfit in church?

Welcome to my blog, When the River Won’t Flow.

I started writing this blog in 2014 after we had moved to the Sonoran Desert of Arizona and I thought I was missing water. Living in the desert was new to me: I had grown up in the midwest and had lived much of my adult life in South Carolina. Everything in those places was green, and water was plentiful. This scruffy desert stuff was new.

But I discovered that I wasn’t missing water in the usual sense. What I was missing was a church home where my husband and I could feast on the words of scripture and the body and blood of Our Lord.  Try as we might, we were unable to solve this problem. But as so often happens in life, prayers were answered, and something we could not have predicted happened. A church found us.

Remember Psalm 42.1:

As a deer longs for flowing streams, so my soul longs for you, O God.

I wrote about it in my very first blog post which you can find here:

Wanting a Seat in the Pew





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