I have been living in a wilderness.
Tragedy has altered my goals and the death of my dad acted as a sieve allowing everything but the most precious dreams to fall through.
I had to fight through the riffraff of what I thought I wanted from life, find the root of each dream, and eliminate the fluff. I journal every night, pray all day, and actively seek advice from friends.
This process has created a strange connection for me, to the Israelites. I’m starting to understand the frustration of their seemingly aimless journey through the wilderness. God told these people He would lead them to a promised land. 40 years later they arrived. And during that whole time, all they had to rely on was a promise.
Is my faith strong enough to endure the wilderness?
Today, as I write this post, I have more clarity than I did in December and I know exactly what I want: a closer walk with God, family, and friends, and I want to be published someday. That’s it.
This story is called “Wilderness” because it tells my story and I feel I am finally getting closer to the promised land. I wonder if you are walking this same test…if you are, know that you are not alone.
Maybe we could walk a bit of the journey together.