I could have been one of the Israelites, wandering the wilderness for forty years, doubting and complaining the whole time, rationalizing idolatry, fearing want, and sick to death of not knowing where I was going. And yet, God gave me what I needed to keep going daily until finally–finally I started to see the Promised Land. Finally, faith became more than an intellectual exercise and a list of shalts and shalt nots.
I still don’t know what this Promised Land will turn out to be, but I have moved past “lost” and am exploring where I am, and who I am created to be.
It has been a slow re-tooling of mind and heart. And we are not finished yet.