Where are we going?
I feel like when I look to encounter God, the Spirit often calls me into the wilderness. The wilderness feels like a worthless place to spend time. Why did Jesus go there for 40 days? Why did the Israelites wonder there for 40 years? Isn't there a more efficient means to tap into what God calls you to be?
A few weeks ago, I took the kids on a brief vacation to the desert. It happened to be the only place ion the state where it was not raining. I've never really been a fan of the desert but I'll admit, in the winter, early spring it's kind of nice. There were pockets of life shooting forth after getting a bit of water.
I wonder if that's the point. Maybe the wilderness is a place that is empty and hungry. So when the rain finally comes we are ready to spring to life... or maybe it is to teach us gratitude for all the bounty of the promise lands in our lives.
Whatever the reason, the wilderness is not usually a fun place to be. It's lonely, confusing and desolate. But it is a necessary part of faith and so again I trod into the wild spaces of faith hoping and praying that the Spirit will meet me there.
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