Have you ever been in a dry place? Or a "wilderness experience"? I have. For the last couple of years it's been as if my fire went out. Like I was just going through the motions, wandering aimlessly without purpose or passion.

It was a strange place really. I still felt called to create. I needed to make beautiful things. I knew God was there, yet the heaven's seemed as brass. I desired something more, but the what where and how seemed that little bit out of reach.

I simply kept doing what I knew to be right, kept on seeking, hoping one day the rain would fall again.

I just kept walking. One. Foot. In. Front. Of. The. Other.

David said it so much better than I ever could when he penned these words in Psalm 63, " O God, thou art my God; early will I seek thee: my soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh longeth for thee in a dry and thirsty land, where no water is."

Then it happened. I woke up one night and all the pieces fit together again. A flood of new inspiration and all I'd been learning "just to fill the need to create" made sense. Those seemingly hollow years had a purpose.

Fallow land means land that is left for a time so that it may become richer and more fertile in the future. It's not cultivated or planted. The land is simply left unused and unproductive for one or more growing seasons, though it may be fertilized, to make it more useful.

I guess that was me. In my "fallow years" I filled my time playing with new artistic techniques, reading the Bible, dwelling on the wisdom from good Christian teachers and making a sacrifice of praise. I didn't feel anything but frustration and emptiness, but i kept on keeping on with what I knew to be right. That was the "fertilizer" my life needed. Now I am renewed!

I will be taking the art I created in this dry time and breathing new life in it as I wrap each creation in the cloak of purpose that God is leading me in. I look forward to sharing it with you.

And, as always, thank you for your support in my artistic endeavors!