Wandering in the Wilderness

Another lifetime ago, I taught at a Christian high school. I got started because they had an unexpectedly large freshman class and needed another Freshman Bible class. Because I'd taught high school Sunday school, I got recruited.

"Old Testament Survey" didn't seem too difficult, but there was no curriculum and I had to come up with it as we went. We spent the better part of the first semester on the Pentateuch--the first 5 books of the Bible. There's a LOT of territory covered in that section.

I remember as the year progressed that it seemed like we kept drawing the same conclusions about the Israelites.

They were the only people with God in their midst, but their faith wavered so much! "Lord, why are we in captivity? Free us!" "Lord, we're tired of manna! Could we have some meat?!"

In the midst of their grumbling, they made some bad choices. The kind of choices that added multiple years to their journey and ensured that those who originally left Egypt wouldn't actually get to enter the Promised Land.

Over and over it seemed like God would show them His will/plan for them and before you knew it, they were grumbling and disobeying again.

Recently, I think I've gotten a better idea of how they might have felt. The place we once were wasn't perfect, but it had become comfortable. Looking back, it seems like the better deal to what we've experienced recently.

I find myself sounding a lot like the Israelites, "Why did you bring us here? Three years, and no sign of the promised land ahead."

I'm trying to remember that I only see such a small part of the path, but God has our whole journey mapped out.

And it isn't even just about me or my family.

Every step we've been on has been part of His plan for the people around us too. Our fellow Israelites, also trying to reach their destination; even the "Philistines" and "Canaanites" who dwell all around us who God wants to reach as well.

And--probably the one that concerns me most--our children. I know God wants to lead to a Promised Land of their own. The journey we take them on can either set them on the right track or lead them to settle in a "hostile" territory of their own.

I'm grateful that God showed His people's failures for us to learn from. My heart so wants to remember the lessons from those who made bad choices and do better for myself.

Lord help me remember You can see the end of this path. You've always known where you are leading us. I pray that we land next in Your "Land flowing with milk and honey." Help us be aware of even your small provisions along the way and never to grumble in favor of meat when we have all the manna we can eat. I want to be your faithful follower; not a whining doubter.


Wordless Wednesday--Look me in the eye when you say that!

Wordless Wednesday--A day at the beach

Why bother about a little sand?

He still sends rainbows

"He causes his sun to rise on the evil and the good,
and sends rain on the righteous and the unrighteous." Matthew 5:45

It was a nondescript, ordinary, drippy spring day. But as I turned the corner my breath was taken away by the biggest, clearest rainbow I've ever seen. Even my uncorrected myopic eyes could clearly see each distinct band, from violet to crimson.

Being a Sunday-school child from my earliest days, I can't see a rainbow without being reminded that it's a promise from God. I know it was given to commemorate a specific promise, so I don't go around invoking every rainbow as a specific commitment to me.

But this time I threw up a prayer claiming a promise for myself. I didn't even have a certain promise in mind. I don't think I needed to. The rainbow was simply a reminder that God keeps his promises. All of them. Maybe the rainbow was sent to help me take note.

Here's how it came together for me:
  • At MOPS, Boo did a project with the theme, "My God shall supply all your needs, according to His riches in Christ Jesus." Considering our current circumstances, it was a nice reminder, but I didn't really take it to heart at that moment.
  • We got home and I brought in the mail. In it was a lovely card encouraging Hubs and a kind gift for our family. Those gestures are always so unexpected and so appreciated. In these instances, it really is 'the thought that counts.'
  • Later that evening, we received a message from another sweet saint who misses Hubs. She's talked to her son about finding a place for him with her sons' company. That may or may not pan out, but again, I can see God moving and right now that's what we really need.
  • She called again not long after and mentioned they'd just spent 2 hours praying for him. When circumstances leave us depleted, this kind of encouragement and intercession fills us up like nothing else.

I am grateful for all the ways God shows us his care, and appreciate the rainbow He sent to make sure I wouldn't miss it.

How has God reminded you of His promises recently? Have you had any 'rainbow moments' you can share?

PS--I'm adding this link to the explanation for "Prayers for Amy Beth." I don't know her personally, but after posting what I just did about how encouraging it is to know others are praying when your own spirit is so needy, I couldn't pass up the request. I hope you'll take a moment to read the post and send some prayers for Amy Beth as well.

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