Forty Years

Forty years. Forty long, hot, dusty, repetitive years. That’s how long God allowed his people to wander in the desert. That’s how long it took to form them into the nation he wanted them to be ahead of their entrance into the promised land. Forty years. One entire generation came and went knowing nothing but the desert.

I’m always wary of people who connect Israel’s experience with their own “desert” seasons. After all, shaping the nation through which all other nations would be blessed was far more significant than anything that happens in the safe, sanitized world of American Christianity. Nevertheless, one principle remains the same between Israel’s situation then and the situation you and I may face today – waiting is hard. To be frank, it sucks. All the intelectual knowledge in the world of God’s sovereignty doesn’t change the reality that waiting is emotionally difficult. Patience is never fun to learn. If you’re in that season of life, take heart. At least you don’t have to eat the same thing every day.

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