Fly Forward

I remember last year, feeling like 2010 was a dawning year.  In many ways it was.  The dawning of a new age.  I guess that means that we find ourselves in the morning of a new age this year.  I find myself heading back into a season of wilderness; a time of waiting, a time to exercise my mad skills!  Dang!  It feels like I was just here not long ago.  I think much of life is lived in the wilderness.  The Israelites were there for 40 years.  Many of them died there.  The wilderness actually becomes an old friend who is eager to hold my hand and give me her wisdom.  She is generous and gracious as she sees me stepping into her territory once again and begins to cradle me in the shadows.  I come back here to come in touch once again with my longings; with my hopes.  The wilderness gives me gifts of hope, for in the wilderness, I learn the discipline of delay.  The challenge of being here is the waiting, but the waiting is the work of hope.