03.05
Growing up, we spent most Sunday afternoons at my grandparents house in Bushnell, Florida. After church in Leesburg, we’d drive twenty-five minutes and enjoy some of the best southern cooking around. The food was amazing and it always hit the spot, largely because it was a smorgasbord of our favorite dishes. It was heaven! Fried chicken, macaroni & cheese, mashed potatoes, homemade biscuits and my all-time favorite dessert… pecan pie.
The only problem with Sunday lunch was the drive. It was way too long! Okay… it was only twenty-five minutes, but to an eight year old that’s a very loooong time in the back seat of a car. And other than cows, there wasn’t much scenery along the way. But the trip was worth it because the smell of fried chicken filled the air.
Abraham had a VERY long trip in Genesis 22. The only thing that kept him going was hope. Sometimes we call it ‘faith.’ But faith is ‘realistic hope,’ facing the reality of bleak circumstances, but holding out hope that God will provide a ram.
Right now, the journey is especially long for some of you. You may even feel like God is testing you beyond what you can handle, but trust Him. The destination has a way of making the long, tiring trip worth it. While the food at my grandmother’s house was amazing, the love there was even more incredible. Her mashed potatoes were legendary, but her hugs were life-giving.
Anyone have a similar place in your childhood like my grandmother’s? What’s God teaching you?
