
It’s only been a year since the Israelites left Egypt.
They’ve seen manna fall from Heaven and people fall from disobedience.
They’ve watched Moses leave and reappear…..
several times.
They’ve donated supplies for the building of a temple
and offered sacrifices for the many reasons they’ve fallen short along the way.
They’ve been counted and recounted
and learned where their tribe falls in line when the time comes to pack up and move.
It’s been a bloody year.
And in some ways,
a sad one.
Being chosen doesn’t always feel that great.
So this morning I’m wondering,
“How often did Egypt seem easier?”
Slavery wasn’t easy,
but having food on the table and a roots in the ground
surely had its own set of perks.
Did they ever whisper at night about the things they missed?
Or was there fear of even their soft voices bringing destruction?
I don’t like to think they were afraid of God,
but part of me knows they were.
And a bigger part of me knows firsthand
that freedom from bondage rarely means “easy street” has arrived.
Being chosen doesn’t always feel that great.
I’m thinking of the words of an angel many years later,
“Do not be afraid, Mary. You have found favor with God.”
Did she remember these words as she knelt weeping at the foot of the cross?
Did she feel favored as her Son died for the sins of all the world?
I’m sure her heart was torn in two,
but I have to believe she somehow knew this was part of God’s big plan.
And He chose her because she would accept it.
Even when it hurt.
I’m sure, if asked, she would have said,
Being chosen doesn’t always feel that great….but it’s worth it.
This morning, I was surprised when I realized the Israelites were just beginning their second year of wandering in the wilderness.
I’m tired for them.
But I’m inspired too.
They’ve used their talents and their resources to create a dwelling place for God
and Numbers 9:18-19 says,
“At the LORD’s command the Israelites set out, and at his command they encamped. As long as the cloud stayed over the tabernacle, they remained in camp. Even when the cloud stayed over the tabernacle many days, the Israelites carried out the Lord’s requirement and did not set out.”
Even when………..
Those are the words He’s stopping me on today.
The Israelites followed even when Egypt seemed easier.
The Israelites worshiped even when they were confused or scared.
The Israelites sacrificed even when it demanded giving up their very best.
Mary worshiped God even when He took her son.
On and on the Bible tells of people who keep pursuing God even when they do not understand what’s happening.
Or better yet….
what’s next.
I want to be an Israelite today.
I want to be Mary.
I want to be someone who keeps moving closer to Him
even when it’s hard and confusing.
I want to be someone who turns to Him for help
even when I have before and, in an earthly sense,
have felt let down.
I want to camp while he says camp and move when he says move
even when the timing is uncertain.
I want to be His even when……………
I want to love Him even when…………
I want to follow Him even when…………
I want to obey Him even when……………..
I’m so thankful for the Old Testament.
I need the example of a people who trusted God in the wilderness
even when it wasn’t easy.
Being chosen doesn’t always feel that great,
but they followed even when it didn’t.
And I will too.
But you are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, a holy nation,
His own special people,
that you may proclaim the praises of Him
who called you out of darkness into His marvelous light.
I Peter 2:9
We are a chosen people.
Some days it may not feel that great.
But we’ve been called out of darkness
into His marvelous light.
The Promised Land is coming.
And today, the Creator of the Universe is with us.
Leading the way as we carry out the tasks before us.
What more could we need than His presence?
It was more than enough for the Israelites.
And it’s more than enough for me.
He is with us “even when”……………..


In December of 2007 as our youngest son, Nick, was fighting brain cancer, I began to blog. Writing provided a way for me to release all of my questions, fears, and doubts. It also allowed me to share the ups and downs of Nick's journey with people who were praying for him all over the world. When Nick went Home in November of 2008, my blog became my way of searching for God in the midst of my deep heartache. My heart was broken and grief brought to the surface every emotion imaginable. Being able to release those emotions through my writing brought a sense of purpose to my pain. Having already walked the road of grief in 1992 when we lost our daughter to SIDS, I knew I needed a way to keep from falling into a pit of depression and despair. I had walked close to the edge of a bottomless pit when we lost our daughter,and I knew I couldn't let myself get that close to the edge again. This blog has been and continues to be my tiny corner of the world where I can share My Heart as I journey through God's Word.......thus the name........ My Heart His Words. Thank you for taking time to share life with me. If we do not meet while here on earth, I look forward to hearing all about your life when we reach our final destiny.........Heaven! Email me anytime at 
