My journey through Lent leads me to some unexpected places. At this moment, I find myself in a metaphorical desert, unable to discern the path ahead. I often question if I will ever experience beauty as I once did. How can I break free from this desolation that seems to have a firm hold on me?
     With their unwavering support, I manage to break free and turn towards a new direction. Despite the overwhelming dirt and the obscured path, my guides stand by me, promising to never abandon me. Their faces, though partially hidden by the swirling sand, radiate beauty. I trust them, for I see the hand of God in every action they take.
     Amidst the scorching, arid desert, I unearth the divine in the deeds of these extraordinary individuals. Their intervention rescued me from my wavering faith and embraced me as a child of the light. I am certain that they will guide me back home. I trust in the hope that my new companions, sent by God, will lead me to the Holy One of Israel.
     As I turn my gaze towards Jerusalem, I realize that the journey to find hope and meaning is often fraught with challenges. But now, I am not alone. I am accompanied by God’s Spirit and my three guides. For the first time in days, a smile graces my lips. I may have my doubts, but I can never deny the presence of God when the Holy One boldly steps out to find me, a lost and wayward sheep.
     As my heart soars at being found, I realize I have a long way to go. This time, my guide will make a way for me. All I need to do is listen and follow my Savior through the dust and debris mounds that make the path unclear. And as I let the Spirit lead, I find myself on a new path called hope.