From Egypt to the Dessert

Today John lost his job. It was expected after his meeting Thursday. I’m still in shock though. I cried for a bit like I thought I would but this time I’m not panicking about what God is doing. The tears are for the fear that is rising up in me. As I look at my two beautiful children, fear wants to take hold of all of the what-ifs. “What if I have to go back to work and put them in daycare?” “What if that work is not in daycare this time but away from them completely?” “What if they have to go to daycare and the care provided is far from acceptable and I have no clue?” They keep coming and coming and all I can do is try and give them over to God and hold on to what I believe; I am supposed to be home with my children. I am supposed to be the one to raise them, not some stranger.

John came in with a look I have not seen on his face in such a long time; a look of pure joy and giddy excitement. He has been released from his Egypt; his place of captivity. Now, we are in the dessert wandering, waiting to hear God speak and tell us where we are to go from here. Now is a time for us to not fall but to keep our eyes on God 100%. Now, more than ever, we need to learn from the mistakes of the Israelites so that we can get to our Promise Land in a season instead of a lifetime.