The desert.

This journey seems to be never-ending. Although normally I would have given up by now....there is something inside of me that is assuring and comforting me that, "God always finishes what He begins". I can't let go of that truth. I even try to let go of that promise at times because I'm just so tired of wandering -- and I get to thinking that if I just ignore that pull, it'll be easier to just wander down through the days at my own discretion. You'd think I'd learn by now.



I can't help but wonder what it must've been like for the Isrealites.