I keep thinking about the Israelites, and wonder how they felt when they were told--after 40 years of wandering around that mountain--that they were finally allowed to enter the land promised to their forefathers.
Were they excited, or was the concept of the promised land--and the memory of slavery--so far removed from them that they didn't care or understand?
Maybe that's why I'm not more excited? The idea that I get to go home to my babies is still just so unreal to me. I trust the Lord; I'm doing research and making plans, hubby and I are crunching the numbers and making out a new budget, and things are looking good. It's just so unreal . . . but in that dream-like happy way.
I love my kids so much. I love my husband so much. I serve the biggest best God ever. And I love HIM so much!!
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