Sometimes God has us live in a desert. Not a literal desert, although that happens too I guess. What a mean is a desert of no direction. There are times when everything seems to stop and you find yourself stuck where you are. Most of us will typically try to remove ourselves from this place, usually with no success. We live in one of those mazes where you open a door, go through and then suddenly realize that you’re in the same place you started. A lot of energy has been expended with no forward progress.
It’s hard to know what to do in these places. Human beings by nature do not like to be trapped. We want to be able to move freely and follow our instincts. The problem is that our instincts can often be misleading. No matter what we think we know, we can’t see the whole picture. We are quite literally blind to anything the future holds.
Then there’s the fact that we usually have a hard time believing that God has not abandoned us for whatever reason when we can’t find a way out of a tough place. We pray and pray, quite often for a specific answer. Assuming all along that we know exactly what the right answer is even though we don’t know what will happen even 1 minute into the future. It’s a very arrogant mind that we all have at times.
Every Christian is very lucky, blessed beyond measure, that we have a Father who will often refuse to let us out of the desert until the time is right. I’ve been in a desert of sorts for 2 or 3 years now. I’ve tried unsuccessfully to escape on several occasions. I failed each time. God allowed me to try, but then He lead me right back to the desert, gave me what I needed to survive and then went on His merry way. Leaving me to pout and sulk like a spoiled brat for a while. Then in time I would gather myself and attempt my next grand escape only to be sat back in the desert again. Eventually I stopped fighting so hard to escape and relinquished myself to His will. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not some sort of super Christian. I stilled whined and complained at times, but that was less often, much less often. At some point I resigned myself to His will and not my own.
Only then did He open some doors and show me the way and time that was right. So, as of this writing I’m slowly and tentatively taking baby steps out of the desert. Praying with each step. Practicing what I’ve learned about patience and dependence on Him. I spent most of my desert time with no job. No way to earn any money no matter what I tried. Then suddenly, in the span of a week opportunities suddenly come.
I’m approaching each of these possible opportunities with the knowledge that these are gifts from God and He is in control of my path. I am hopeful that now I can finally leave the desert behind, at least for a while. I’m amazed again at God’s goodness, love, concern and care for me.