Waiting

I see the Promise Land on the horizons of my soul.
You have called me and set me apart to lead these captive people out of bondage and in to new found freedom.
There is a clear path before me to enter into the city gates.
But these captive people are actually standing in the way so we cannot pass through.
It seems as if the road has gotten steeper.
This Promise Land now seems so unobtainable.
Your purpose for me has not changed.
You have not moved.
It is this people’s destiny to enter into this unchartered territory before us.
I sent forth spies- ones I trusted.
Most of them have come back and discouraged the captives.
They want to go back to Egypt now.
I feel like a failure.
I don’t want to enter alone.
I want to do so with this people.
Though they grumble and complain, I will not strike the rock.
I will remain faithful.
But I will not wonder for forty years because if their sins.
I will see the Promise Land.
I will not give up.
If this people will not go with me, I know that You will.
Let these people come.
But if they will not, let me know when to pass them up and move ahead.