My geranium sat neglected. Difficult life circumstances had taken priority and now the once lush and bountiful geranium looked … sad. Yellowed leaves edged in crumbly brown. Flowers, once plentiful, now barely raised their heads in search of their missing container-mates.

The soil had become crusty. Hard. Void of life-sustaining nutrients.

Much like a child of God finding herself in a desert wilderness at the base of the mountain, rather than soaring from its peak.