Can you imagine it?
She just begins to think, “Finally, we might be settled for a little while.” And the call goes through the camp. The cloud is moving. Again.
She rounds up her children, packs the tent and supplies, and hurries off after her husband to follow where God is leading.
Oh, how she longs for the stability of Egypt. Yes, they were slaves, but they had beef and mutton to eat. Yes, they were slaves, but she always knew where home was. For four hundred years the women in her family had known where home was.
But now? Now, home is in constant flux. Manna in the morning, quail in the evening, and waiting. Lots of waiting to see where God will lead them next.
This is my story at the moment. For nine years I knew where home was. Now? Now, I don’t know beyond 18 days from this moment. I haven’t a clue, and I have zero control over the situation.
I feel much like I imagine the Israelite women must have felt. Even though God provided for all their physical needs, how she still must have longed for home. For stability. Or at least more stability than the constantly moving pillar of cloud and fire would bring.
But aren’t those the lessons? That this world is not her home or mine or yours. God will supply all our needs, not wants, needs. And that He is to be the stabilizing force in our lives.
Maybe right now, your physical home is pretty solid, but your life still seems out of control. Health problems, children problems, spouse problems, whatever it is, it leaves you praying for, longing for stability. For home.
It’s not easy to remember heaven is our home. It’s not easy to find our stability in Him. It. Is. Hard.
For me it looks like getting up early to begin my day with Him. I hate mornings. Waking up that early leaves me tired. But nap time is not working for me anymore. It’s just too late in my day.
I need to begin my day with Him, and with the reminder that He is my stability. He is the one constant in my life. He knows the way home.