Surrender Again

The land is flat but not the world.   

I always expected, though all evidence said otherwise, that I would live at the edge of a rocky ocean, or in the mountains, or in the midst of the desert.

I didn't know my desert world would be flat and uninspiring. 

I didn't know I would live in a place where beauty was hard to find. 

I didn't know I would need to redefine friendship and understand how my past would effect this present that I live in.  

To continue to live in an environment lacking in nourishment for my heart is a great challenge.  Searching within to find what feeds me keeps me alive, but rooting it out is difficult.

Spring approaches and the somberness of the flat land and winter ebbs away, leaving me with no excuse to sigh and mourn a rough landscape. 

Yet flat remains, and I'm reminded that the tools I have, which are God-given, lie fallow within the flatness that is me.

I surrender to this reality and ask God to take care of everything and open wide the doors of my heart, mind, and soul.