For a few very hard years this word was my mantra.
The word means
-undismayed; not discouraged; not forced to abandon purpose or effort
-undiminished in courage or valor; not giving way to fear
But the truth is, I was often dismayed by everything that had taken place, and I did battle discouragement. I battled fear and doubts. I hurt and was angry, and sometimes "undaunted" sounded more like a mockery than a mantra, and I was determined to be real about all of it in these posts, thus the name, Undaunted Reality. More than that, though, I was determined to live undaunted, not because I'm so great or strong, but because my God is, and no matter what this world looks like, He is the only reality that matters.
I pray I live the reality of Him beautifully undaunted.

Thursday, April 2, 2015

Smell that? If not, wait. It's gonna come.

Here is the crazy thing about the desert. You look around for what feels like forever and all you see if sand. Dry. Miserable. Rubs you raw when it gets in your clothes sand. And everything looks dead. The animals are non-existence. The plants are just there. Then the raindrops start. And the next thing you know, that dry creek bed is a water-filled oasis. The sand that was so dry now becomes the place streams flow. The animals come out of nowhere. The plants bloom. Everythin...g that has been dormant suddenly comes to life. And when the rain finally comes, the desert becomes the garden.

I smell rain.


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