Funny, these wandering times. I cannot read very much I wrote since the time I first left for Ethiopia without crying. It is all that heart-wrestling and change and growing. I feel so much better this year than last Christmas, but I know my wanderings are not over, will we ever feel settled here?

I used to like using David's life as a model- all the years he spent on the run, hiding next to springs like En Gedi and crying out to God for help. I still like his example, but I decided in church yesterday I had changed my mind a little. David's model ended with David getting everything- after all the wandering, he got power, money, love, what else could you want? I don't want to be wandering just so I hope to get everything in the end.

John the Baptist, on the other hand. He wandered. He lived in the same Judean wilderness David hid out in. He was spiritual, looking ahead to spiritual comings.

And in the end, he was jailed, and then his head was cut off. No money or power or love in the end, just martyrdom for proclaiming God's truth.

So, God can do whatever He chooses with my wandering. He doesn't have to promise me anything. I can rest in Him as my Potter.