the promised land

I wonder how it felt like to be Moses, leading people out of Egypt on the glimmer of hope that one day he would bring them all into the promised land. I wonder what kind of faith he must have had. It is easy to look in retrospect and say the promised land was worth it all, but the process must have been gruelling. Really, blessed are those who continue on when there is no end in sight, and even more blessed are those who strive on with no promised gift in mind but the smile on their Daddy's face. It makes you wonder where your priorities really truly lie.

I want my Daddy to be happy, but can I be shallow and say I want to go to the land flowing with milk and honey as well? =)

She stands at the edge of the blithely laughing crowd and wonders if the day will come when she would no longer be on the outside, looking in. A quiet voice asks, "Does it matter so much?"

It would make that moment in time happier, but no, I guess not.

I miss penning my thoughts down.