Heritage

Desert Rain

It is at times like this, that I breathe in and remember the times so long ago.

Photo by Robert Murray on Unsplash

The smell of desert rain
Stirs up memories of years gone by.
Of running through the mud
Hiding under the eaves of the roof
Playing in the rain.
The smell of my grandmother’s home.

The earthy smell of desert rain has always been a comforting childhood memory. Last night, I was reminded that God provides refreshment when I feel dry and in need like the desert. It comforted my heart as I miss those I dearly love. God is always good. He watches us now, and he watched over my ancestors as well.

Family Tree by Manuel Dominguez

For most of my childhood, I lived in the desert city of El Paso, Texas, where I was also born. Sun City is another name for it, so do not be surprised as you are driving around town and see this name.

The pre-Colombian era history made this the land of the Suma and Jumano Native Americans. Then the Spanish came in 1659 AD and began colonizing nearby Cuidad Juarez, Mexico, constantly fending…