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Wanderer or On The Journey of a Lifetime?!

They journeyed and they camped. 

The entire message of Numbers 33.  I knew the Israelites were in the desert for 40 years but saw it more as wandering around and yet it was an intentional journey.  Rabbi Pinchas Lipner states that they did this over 42 times in a deliberate journey. 


"The Israelites didn't just wander in the desert.  They were moving on a path that led them to restoration, healing and growth-and don't forget the death.  The growing of the next generation happened in those 40 years."


So much like my life now.  I journey and I camp.  I go through a process of awareness, change and growth and then wait.  Move a little more and then camp out.  Comforting to know that God doesn't leave us in limbo but rather the moving and the camping are both part of the plans that he has for us.  Plans to give us hope and a future.  Plans to help us grow and heal and become.  A process of seeing the old die out and becoming a new person. 

All God asks of me is to follow.  To follow where He leads and to camp where His presence is.  That's it.  That's all.  To follow the intentional plans that He has for me as Jeremiah 2 says, "I remember the devotion of your youth,  how as a bride you loved me and followed me through the wilderness, through a land not sown."  

Help me Love and follow You Lord.  Not wandering aimlessly through life trying to be Miss Independent and Do it Myself.  Not walking in the stupid stubborn pride that keeps me going in circles Lord but the deliberate steps of a bride who trust and adores and follows without fear.

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