Desolate

Webster's New World College Dictionary defines the word 'desolate' like this: to leave alone, forsake, stip of inhabitants, to make lonely, solitary, uninhabited, deserted, laid waste, in a ruinous state, forlorn, wretched, abandoned, lay waste...
This year, the panhandle of Texas has seemed like a desolate place. I have lived here all of my life and have never seen anything like it. I live in the country so we cannot water all of the grass around our house. We have managed to keep the trees alive by directly watering them. Our clay soil is powder. The buffalo grass crunches under our feet. We have had a streak of over two hundred days without measurable rain.We have broken old records in temperatures. Our high this summer has been 114 degrees.
I look across our pasture at the sunburned grass and thank the Lord that we were not part of the wild fires that have plagued our area. In all of the summer God has not forsaken us, so we are not truely desolate.
I have found it difficult to not let the dryness of our land creep into my spirit. I look forward to a time of refreshing, but right now, like the durable buffalo grass, I am sinking my roots deeper into my Source of life. It appears that there is no nourishment for my weary soul, but when I dig deep into the Scriptures and perservere in prayer, I find the strength I need both physically and spiritually.
Being a writer, I depend on this relationship with God for inspiration. Without Him, all of my creativity is gone. The words ring hollow. As a wife, mother, and grandmother, I depend of Him. As His child, I depend on Him. The lesson that I have gleaned from this 'desolate' summer has been that when it all shakes down, He is the only One we can depend on. He is our Source, our Shelter, our Refreshing, our Everything.
Elaine Littau, author of Christian Western Fiction