Here, as the desert springs into blossom and the hungry, deserted ones are fed, Jesus is the good shepherd. You know this story. There is the desert, that lonely, dry, deserted place. And I'm not talking Texas. I'm not talking geography.
Nothing grows there, no green thing.
You know that place. It's bad news, honey. Her voice had a terrible force behind it, a blunt tenderness that could not be refused or run from. Matthew drove the tractor with the bush hog attached. He drove the tractor and mowed the filed, and then he looked back over his shoulder, which is something he knew better than to do.