THE EX'S EXODUS
For the past few years, I have felt myself identifying with the Israelites. I, too, felt lost in the wilderness: hence the title of this blog, as mine was emotional rather than physical. I felt a deep appreciation for my Lord for leading me out, for sending me manna from heaven, for offering me the land of milk and honey.
But lately, the one I was running from, the Pharoah to my slavery, is beginning his own exodus. And like Joseph and his brothers, I have granted him forgiveness, but also am torn by pity for his condition.
I am working through how I feel about this.
Isaiah 43: 18-19
Forget the former things;
do not dwell on the past.
19 See, I am doing a new thing!
Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?
I am making a way in the wilderness
and streams in the wasteland
Today our sermon at church touched on some of those issues: that God is doing a new thing in new freedom, new witness, and new exodus. It made me think about how we needed to prune off the old and dying leaves in order for the healthy ones to grow.
Just before church, I got some news that my boss is also beginning a new journey, one that involves leaving us behind. I don't know how we will make it without her, just as I wonder how we will make it without the one I mention above. I am wondering how the exodus of those two key people in my life will affect things around me - at work and at home. I know I need to trust God, that these things happen for a reason, that we will all be better off, but at the same time, I am nervous about the changes.
