She’d said it to me one night as we sat there in the sunroom of the house I’d grown up in. “You think when your kids get bigger, you’ll stop worrying. You don’t. Their problems get bigger, and you worry bigger.” Almost eleven years past this […]
Month: March 2014
He stood behind the pulpit and told us about discipleship. He warned us to count the costs. He told us about the rewards too, but he was honest about the costs. And I’ve pondered the words all week, and it’s amazing to me how God […]
And I continue to act like the Israelites. As they wandered through the desert.
Those black words on white say they “murmured in their tents and said, ‘Because the Lord hated us he has brought us out of the land of Egypt, to give us into the hand of the Amorites, to destroy us!” (Deut. 1:27)
Looking from this side of the thing, it’s easy to shake the head and roll the eyes. They were slaves in Egypt, for crying out loud! Such a complaining group of numskulls. Whining because things weren’t going their way. Whining because there were consequences for their disobedience.
Uh. Yea. So I’m not so different from the thickskulled nomads, wandering in the wilderness.
I wonder why He’s placed me in the spot I’m in. I forget where I was and how far He’s brought me. I forget that my own stubbornness and disobedience and rebellion toward submission renders Him incapable of moving me. Not because He’s unable. But because He knows sometimes I need to feel the sting of where I’ve been, where I’m at, in order to never want to go there again.
And it’s then that I take in the truth of it.
“Yet in spite of this word you did not believe the Lord your God, who went before you in the way to seek you out a place to pitch your tents, in fire by night and in the cloud by day, to show you by what way you should go.” (Deut. 1:32-33)
It’s my own unbelief and fear that blinds me from His guiding hand.
And again, I see the black words fairly jumping from the page, just a few of them, that make all the difference.
“For the Lord your God has blessed you in all the work of your hands. He knows your going through this great wilderness. These forty years the Lord you God has been with you…” (Deut. 2:7) (Emphasis mine.)
He was there. He is here. In the wilderness. In my wandering. When the hot, dry, dusty desert burns my feet and leaves me parched. For Living Water.
And these words remind me, the Lord never left the Israelites in their wandering. He was with them. Loving them. Guiding them. Grieving when they turned to their own way.
And He’s with me. Loving me. Guiding me. Grieving when I’ve gone my own way.
The wilderness. Our own desert experiences. These are not fun fieldtrips where we bask in the sun. Instead we feel the grit of the sand; the hot sun burns us, imprinting us with the hard lesson of it all.
But when we learn. When we allow Him to teach us in the hard places. When we take the hard experiences whether they are from our own sin, someone else’s sin or just the result of living in a fallen world. When we take all these things and allow Him to mold us.
Well, that makes the Promised Land all that much sweeter.
“Then I’ll tell you. It is because people think only about their own business, and won’t trouble themselves to stand up for the oppressed, nor bring the wrongdoer to light. I never see a wicked thing like this without doing what I can.” (quote from […]
The movie almost over, I stepped in between their still forms, faces riveted on the screen. Picking up popcorn bowls and glasses, I headed to the kitchen, tired and ready for bed, waiting for the credits to roll so I could tuck in tired babes. […]