A huge part of the biblical narrative is the Israelites traveling through the wilderness to the promised land. The journey took generations. It was filled with loss and turmoil, along with growth and change. Frequently the people would setup camp at a particular spot and stay there. God would continually call them deeper into the wilderness, and over and over they would resist that call. Maybe the Promised Land was too good to be true anyway?
I've been feeling a lot like the Israelites lately.
I feel as though I have finally found my safe place. The journey has been long and hard, I want to stay in the place I have found comfort.
Yet this voice continually calls me to journey deeper, further into the unknown. She assures me that there is more beyond the horizon. She promises I will be given Manna to sustain me. Still I doubt provision, I try to work within my own means to make the transition doable. Which only leaves me spiraling into self-doubt and fear.
Until this week, when people and places filled my heart. They reminded me of why I am chasing healing. They showed me that this is only one step of the journey, and there is so much more to come. They were Manna to me.
I've been feeling a lot like the Israelites lately.
I feel as though I have finally found my safe place. The journey has been long and hard, I want to stay in the place I have found comfort.
Yet this voice continually calls me to journey deeper, further into the unknown. She assures me that there is more beyond the horizon. She promises I will be given Manna to sustain me. Still I doubt provision, I try to work within my own means to make the transition doable. Which only leaves me spiraling into self-doubt and fear.
Until this week, when people and places filled my heart. They reminded me of why I am chasing healing. They showed me that this is only one step of the journey, and there is so much more to come. They were Manna to me.
