My long march towards Promised Land. A journey stemmed from (hopefully) obedience.
The daylight sun burns. The midnight wind chills to the bones. My feet are blistered. My eyes grew sore from catching desert sands. I'm embittered by the harshness of it.
Alas, I don't have the convenience of supernatural Pillar of Cloud and Pillar of Fire. None to provide some shade from the sun nor some warmth and light at nights.
What I do get is manna. Each and every morning. Unfailingly, sweet little manna flakes. And water from in between hard rocks. Clean, precious drops of water. Barely enough reminders of a Divine Presence, unless vigorously thanked for. Easily overlooked and taken for granted.
Something supernatural would have been nice.
But maybe I must learn to be content with manna and water. They are miraculous nevertheless, as long as I keep the right perspective.
And they are sufficient, as long as I keep the right attitude.
Lord, guide me through this desert.
Sustain me through every sandstorm.
Help me cope and be content.
And not wish for the sand to be gone. It is a desert after all.
And through this journey of shaping, molding, sharpening, and smoothing my rough edges, may Your name, not mine, be glorified.
PS. If You see it fit, would You please lend me a camel when I feel like I need one? ;P