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Hebrews 11:9, “By faith he stayed for a time in the land he
had been promised, as in a foreign land, living in tents, as did Isaac and
Jacob, who were heirs with him of the same promise.”
Daily
Nomads who didn’t follow mercantile routes or grazing lands,
weather patterns or time-set agendas, but waited for a word—the word—from God
alone when to stay and when to go.
Were they anxious for the signal to move when as outsiders
they were regarded with such distrust they would post a sentry each night? Or
so settled in comfort and plenty they dreaded the call to go. Perhaps even
pleaded a little—we still have some tent repairs, a child is teething, the
lambs and calves are too wobbly to travel a distance.
Or, a house divided. Some up early to eagerly explore the
new geography and meet the neighbors. Others huddled near familiar daily
routines grasping at permanence in fluctuating days.
All waiting—all trusting in a word spoken—looking to be
shaped by kairos time instead of daily uncertainty. Learning to live by
spiritual roots instead of geographic. Knowing that the when and the where and
the why and for how long belonged to the Lord.
Lord, please guide us into a new way of living each day.
Ground us into Your word and Your Spirit so that our foundation is Your will,
Your Purpose, and in Your timing. Help us to be willing to change our agendas
at the sound of Your voice.
Your thoughts,
