AreWeThereYet? |
If
there is any such thing as a universal question, it may be this: Are
we there yet? Generations
of children have asked it. They have then grown into adults who have to
answer the same question when their children ask.
Whenever
I read the books of Moses, I wonder how many times he heard that
question from the Israelites. Before rescuing them from slavery and
leading them out of Egypt, Moses told them that the Lord would lead
them to “a land flowing with
milk and honey” (Ex. 3:8). He did, but
first they spent 40 years wandering in the wilderness. This was no
ordinary wandering, however. They were not lost; they were wandering
for a purpose. After 400 years of slavery, the children of Israel
needed to have their hearts, souls, and minds reoriented toward God.
This was accomplished in the wilderness (Deut. 8:2,15-18), but not
before an entire generation died because of their disobedience
(Num.
32:13).
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| Read: Deut. 8 |
In
life, it sometimes seems as if we are wandering in circles. We feel
lost. We want to ask God, “Are we
there yet? How much
longer?” At such
times, it helps to remember that the journey,
not just
the destination,
is important to God. He uses it to humble us, test us, and show us what
is in our hearts.
(Deuteronomy
8 -Audio-)
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| The Lord your God led you all the way these forty years in the wilderness, to humble you and test you, to know what was in your heart. —Deut. 8:2 |
All God’s testings have a purpose—
Someday you will see the light; All He asks is that you trust Him, Walk by faith and not by sight. —Zoller
It’s
the journey, not just the destination, that’s important.
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| Bible
in a Year: Deut. 8-10; Mark 11:19-33 |
"Reflexions from Our Daily Bread"
Posted by: Ben Ayala : benayalal@gmail.com
Thanks to the Sources at: rbc[dot]org -and- odb[dot]org |
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