That's what I said before we moved to Kansas City. And I think I was right. I feel that I've been in a wilderness of sorts for a long while now. There were some difficult things that happened before we moved and more awaited me after we moved. To boot I turned 39 and so that mid-life what-am-I-doing-that-matters stuff began to happen.
Bottom line: I've been having a
This morning Benji Nolot, of Exodus Cry, tweeted this:
"God has a wilderness for every person struggling with their identity."
The thing I've discovered about the wilderness is that while it doesn't appear attractive and seems from the outside to be deserted, I have found that there is One here with me. I've encountered God more deeply here than I have anywhere else before. In my barrenness He fills me and He speaks to me. He provides an oasis just when I need it. He puts refreshing words in the mouths of others who don't know I need them. He has sent me a friend. He has even given me my own personal cheerleader, who follows me around all day saying, "You're the best mom ever. I love you forever."
It's not easy to live in a wilderness, but I wouldn't trade it. I will come out on the other side. His purposes will be served.
The two questions I hear asked of me in this place and the questions we must all answer are:
"Who do you say that I am?"
Who do I say God is? Who is Jesus?
"Who are you?"
Who does He say that I am? Who was I created to be? How does He want to express His life through me?
Answer these questions and I will be unshakeable. These are the questions in my wilderness. Maybe they are the questions in yours.
Who do you say that He is?
Who are you?