I, of the Cacti, Do Declare

I have prickles and sharp edges. I feel exposed in the sun. When I dance too close to the light my back burns. 
I wish for leaves, for something to cover myself with.
If you come too close, I’ll stab you.
I am a desert dweller, always thirsty, always waiting for water, for rain. 
You could believe everything about me is too hard, too sharp, too dry.
You would be right.
Until you’re not.
Until the God of Spiked Things reaches out His arm of audacious grace and makes a cactus flower. Until He takes a barren place and makes it beautiful. 
There is no other reason I am lovable. There is no other reason for a flowering cactus.

He likes to make the things that are not into things that are. Spikes to flowers, dirt to man, death to life.

With Him all things are possible, and He makes all things new. He is the hope in the desert.



joining Emily for Imperfect Prose who happened to be talking about desert things today too. 🙂

27 thoughts on “I, of the Cacti, Do Declare

  1. Look at you–writing from the point of view of a cactus!

    I once heard someone talk about the differences between the way children and adults categorize things. Show an adult a picture of a banana, and he/she will likely put it in the same category as an apple. Show a kid a banana, and he/she will probably decide that it belongs in a category with monkeys. I told my friend Ethel that story, and she said she'd probably put the banana with the monkey too.

    Anyway. For some reason, in my reading this week,I keep returning to the desert. I think God is repeating himself to me again, like I'm supposed to be learning something. Or something.

    I think I'll go eat a banana.

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  2. the rhythm of this is beautiful enough. add to that the beauty of your words, and you have some amazing poetry 🙂 love it. i am such a thinker of word pictures. and this brought to mind lots of visual images. and ended on an encouraging note.
    thanks so much. really. loved every bit of it.
    steph

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  3. Lord have mercy, Girl. One minute you're drowning; the next you're dry as the desert. My sad little brain can hardly keep up. What if, one day, I can't find you? The good news is: I love you, wherever you are. (Great post, as usual.)

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  4. well, i think you nailed the desert theme with this one. turns out your dress is slightly more beautiful than mine… but so long as you're my friend that's all i care about 🙂 lovely write friend. xo

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  5. “Until the God of Spiked Things reaches out His arm of audacious grace and makes a cactus flower. Until He takes a barren place and makes it beautiful.”
    This made me tear up. In a good way. 🙂

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  6. I love this analogy. The cacti around here in Texas are blooming – gorgeous yellow blossoms. I hadn't thought of it in just the is way – but it's true – only the Father can take something that seems to have no redeeming qualities and make something beautiful!

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