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."
Amen.
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?
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