white wasteland

i hadn’t seen them for the snow… hadn’t seen their yellow-petal-heads peering up from dirt, for the white wasteland. winter had blanketed mystery over these flowers. i’d peered out my window countless days seeing nothing but white, stretched far like linen on the line, the sky, gray-lint cloud fleece.

but today, sun broke free from cloud, melted winter away with a splash of child’s boot in puddle and there, leaping up from the ground like a chorus of hallelujahs, the crocus. spring’s national anthem.

“the Waste Land is the place where God transforms you into the person who can do your Dream.”

this, The Dream Giver book tells me. and i think upon my life, upon its seasons of white winters and crocus-springs, think upon the mystery of God blanketing my dreams until just the right moment when the sun breaks through and melts away the wasteland, revealing a triumphant choir of flowers. dreams, blooming, just below the snow. and to think, they would not have been warm enough to grow without that snow. to think, they would have died in winter’s chill if snow had not fluffed white about their roots.

my dreams need the wasteland. the wasteland keeps them growing. and in due time, spring will come. with a chorus of hallelujahs.



  1. Linda said,

    March 11, 2010 at 5:50 pm

    What a beautiful analogy Em. Yes – sometimes those dreams seem as though they are out of reach, but they are safely in His hands. Praying your dream comes true!

  2. Allison said,

    March 11, 2010 at 8:14 pm

    ‘a triumphant choir’ – I like that! : )

  3. a said,

    March 11, 2010 at 9:17 pm

    I really like this post Em =) Have you heard “Desert Song” (Hillsong United) yet? It reminds me of the lyrics in a round-about way … love you!

  4. Mink said,

    March 14, 2010 at 10:52 am

    em, i just want you to know that you’re a breath of fresh air. and i love how God uses you to bring this fresh air to others who are suffocating in the pollution. 🙂 praise Jesus.

  5. March 17, 2010 at 9:54 pm

    is that a painting of yours? Together with those words of yours… such a comfort .

    I wonder if you know how it seemed written just for me at this time.

    More importantly, I do hope you feel spring’s hope unfurling sooner than later.

  6. melanie said,

    March 18, 2010 at 4:05 am

    Oh Em,

    thanks for the encouragement. Yes, our dreams do need the wasteland, but the wasteland is not forever. Spring will come. I am so thankful for seasons.

  7. Christina said,

    March 23, 2010 at 11:20 pm

    thank you, em.

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