We had such a wonderful time, I was so sad to see her leave. It had been a year since I last saw her. As we were driving away from the airport I was sitting in the back with Moses and my husband saw my sullen face in the rear view mirror.
"What's the matter," caring husband asks with concern.
"Hmmm.... So, you want to go back to Egypt?"
Do I? Is that why I am sad? Do I want to go back to Egypt?
Egypt, for me, is my hometown in CA. We moved to Washington almost two years ago, ready to live somewhere we could afford to live and comfortably raise our family, a place where we could plant a church and my husband could pastor, an area where we felt we should be and we were needed... away from my Egypt... where we couldn't afford to rent a one bedroom apartment, where we couldn't plant a church because there the Vineyard church is like Starbucks (one on every corner)...
but it's beautiful,
but my friend is there,
but my family is there,
but I'm comfortable there,
but it's home!
Do I want to go back to Egypt?
I always do.
But that's not where I am supposed to be...
I'm supposed to be here, in the desert (and it really is a desert)
This is where God has led us,
and I am going to trust Him
I am going to be content,
I am not going to complain,
and I know He will bring that which He promised to fruition.
I will be faithful and wait upon Him...
and when I desire Egypt I will remember His promises and thank Him for where I am.
"So you wanna go back to Egypt
Where it's warm and secure
Are sorry you bought the one way ticket
When you thought you were sure
You wanted to live in the land of promise
But now it's getting so hard
Are you sorry you're out here in the desert
Instead of your own back yard
So you wanna to back to Egypt
Where your friends wait for you
You can throw a big party and tell the whole gang
Of what they said was all true"