Wandering Through The Wilderness
To My Dear Friends:
I spend a great deal of my time wandering. Wandering around the frozen-foods section. Wandering through my drawer for a matching pair of socks. And then wandering to the fridge while I wonder what to make for supper so my ears don’t have to hear those two little words: “Meatloaf again?”
I don’t know why my children complain? I mean, if the Israelites can wander for forty years, satisfied by nothing but sweetness from Heaven—surely a little meatloaf repeats won’t hurt. But, I guess I need to cut them some slack. Even the Israelites wore weary of the limited menu and aimless amble.
There are a lot of days I tire of my wandering and fall flat on my back into an unmade bed. My list longer. My laundry undone. Will I ever see the bottom of the hamper or is it a possible porthole to China. Hmmm.
There is an old hymn that describes my state. “Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it, prone to leave the God I love. Take my heart, oh, take and seal it, seal it for thy courts above.” Whether from complete exhaustion or sheer distraction, I feel the pull to wander aimlessly in the wilderness of life. That’s why I need to have a tuned ear to the One who calls me out.
I am so excited to invite you Out of the Wilderness with me. On a journey full of chuckles, sharing, and…yes…more “wonderings.” I can’t wait to see what God is going to do through this newsletter. My hope is that it gives you glimpses of God’s goodness as we initiate a closer relationship with Him.
Now it's 4:00 and time to make supper. On second thought, I wonder if there’s any left over meatloaf from last night? Smile.
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