On Sunday night after the church service where Dad preached and we did some music, we drove a little over two hours to Phoenix for the night. The Flagstaff conference for Monday night had been postponed until February 15th because of a snowstorm. That weather system was also predicted to bring rain to much of California all week. On Monday morning, we started towards Burbank, California (Los Angeles area), where our Thursday night conference will be held. Because we had originally had two open nights before our Thursday conference, we had planned to stop at the Joshua Tree National Park for a day since it was directly on our travel route, but those plans had been overturned after seeing the predictions for inclement weather.

Then plans changed – again. We saw signs for the Joshua Tree National Park, and it wasn’t raining. Because the wind had gotten very strong, Dad thought we could possibly stay a night or two in a campground there and see if the wind would die down enough for a safer drive later in the week. Another check to the weather website and it showed that there was the potential that the wind would settle down by Wednesday.

There is a campground in the park where we are staying. We are thoroughly enjoying the beautiful view from our location, and Dad is grateful not to have to drive in the wind. We were able to take a three-mile hike before the rain clouds turned us home to our bus. It is strange to watch it rain in the desert. But it reminds me of what we are supposed to be – rain in a spiritually dry land.

“He found him in a desert land, and in the waste howling wilderness; he led him about, he instructed him, he kept him as the apple of his eye.” (Deuteronomy 32:10)

Jesse