The rebellious, proud district of my heart was sounding an alarm of protest. I’d just listened to a song recommended by a close friend, and the first line was, “Thank you for the wilderness.”
But my gut reaction wasn’t to thank anyone for the wilderness. I wanted to get out of it!
Like all of us, my life has carried its share of challenges. I’ve had many arguments with God about it. I’ve had many arguments with myself over whether it’s really God causing these hardships or simply me not being wise or prayerful enough. Of course, I’ve prayed fervently for lusher ground.
And that last part is a big one. One fears that if he accepts the wilderness, God will prolong it.
As if I really had any say in the matter.
But another part of me, one which is growing louder and stronger each year, asks instead, “God, what have you accomplished in this wilderness?”