A couple of days ago Karissa and I were driving along through a beautiful part of Arkansas. As we topped a long hill, something akin to a mountain, she made the comment as she looked out over the valley and river below that that must be what the promised land looked like.
We discussed the historical, Biblical fact that Moses didn't get to pass over into the promised land after leading those wandering people along for forty years, listening to their groans, whines, naysaying, etc. God's plan was for Joshua to finish that mission.
Now, I'll admit, I'm not sure I can understand that part of God's plan, not that I'd need to. It sure seems unfair on the surface of things, doesn't it? That Moses would do all the work, and then not be allowed to experience the "finish line benefits"?
But he did get to experience it, didn't he? When it's God's will, it's the right "finish line", no matter. How many times have we been right there...maybe not wandering around in a "fog" for forty years with whiny people, but certainly meandering around in our own "unknowns" for what seemed like an eternity. And then, just as we were about to "get there", it seems it was then somebody else's turn.
It's then we have to reassess our motives, don't we? What is important, really? That WE are the declared winners or is the task/mission/God's plan the motive and object of the journey? Can we trust Him?
We discussed the historical, Biblical fact that Moses didn't get to pass over into the promised land after leading those wandering people along for forty years, listening to their groans, whines, naysaying, etc. God's plan was for Joshua to finish that mission.
Now, I'll admit, I'm not sure I can understand that part of God's plan, not that I'd need to. It sure seems unfair on the surface of things, doesn't it? That Moses would do all the work, and then not be allowed to experience the "finish line benefits"?
But he did get to experience it, didn't he? When it's God's will, it's the right "finish line", no matter. How many times have we been right there...maybe not wandering around in a "fog" for forty years with whiny people, but certainly meandering around in our own "unknowns" for what seemed like an eternity. And then, just as we were about to "get there", it seems it was then somebody else's turn.
It's then we have to reassess our motives, don't we? What is important, really? That WE are the declared winners or is the task/mission/God's plan the motive and object of the journey? Can we trust Him?
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