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Faithfulness in the desert

“... These forty years the Lord your God has been with you. You have lacked nothing.” ’” (Deuteronomy 2:7, ESV)

Israel spent 40 years essentially backpacking through the desert.

They set up camp at night, they marched in the daytime. Sometimes they stayed in one place longer than others, but they were always on the move.

These desert nomads lived a life that was uncomfortable and trying, so much so that they (sinfully) longed to return to slavery in Egypt.

They undoubtedly longed for a home and for the comforts of a stable life. Yet for 40 years, God led them through the desert. And at the end, God insisted that his people lacked nothing.

That must have been a difficult one to accept. By human standards, the people of God had lacked a great deal. But God in his wisdom and love could say, “Nope. You didn’t lack a thing.”

For 40 years, they knew God’s ever-present guidance. For 40 years, they walked as the special and chosen people of God. For 40 years they knew a God who was faithful, if not always understood.

In the midst of our own sojourn, each day we know the same faithfulness.

Don’t be discouraged at the fiery trial that afflicts you. Don’t be dismayed at the poverty of the present hour.

Though you too long for a home, though your former slavery calls out to you, your God is still with you.

In Christ, you lack nothing.

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