Exodus.
R.A. Johnson writes (in the forward to “The Congruent Life”), “no good exodus worth its name can be completed without some time in the desert.” M. Scott Peck says, “The goal may be to see just how many crises we can pack into one lifetime.”
Haven’t we all experienced this sort of season of life? A time spent in the desert. More than once, God has brought me to the desert to prep me for something else. This time, this desert, has been a bit different. This time has been a place of coming face to face with who I was and maybe who I am becoming. It hurts. I was in a place I thought was comfortable, long-term. God threw me to the backside of the desert.
As much as I don’t like the changes God brings while I am in the desert, I realize He is forming me… Moving me… I like who I am and who God is making me into.
The dictionary may define an exodus as a mass departure of people, but there are times when we must travel through the desert alone.
