I went into labor 6 weeks and 4 days early with our third child. Not only was I terrified, I also had a little green man pay me a visit in my hospital room. You know the one off of the Flinstones? Gazoo? Yes, he paid me a visit-we won't mention the laundry hamper that turned into a talking horse.
The little green man came quietly, walked around my room, but didn't say a word. I could see him plain as day, he was real to me. Yes, now I realize he was a hallucination and my little visitor left me as soon as they turned off the Mag Sulfate dripping into my I.V. But I can still see Gazoo just as clear today as I did two years ago.
That, my friends, is the kind of belief I desire to have towards my God. Only, unlike Gazoo, God is real. He isn't make believe. I can't see him, but He's there. Just as Abraham believed God's promise he would have more children than grains of sand, I want to believe He can take me into a Promised Land here on this earth.
So, exactly what does my Promised Land look like? I know it is no comparison to my heavenly dwelling, but I am sure He desires it to be a place of beauty. A place of contentment, peace, serving, and allowing Him to fully live through me. I can enter into this land when I resolve to get out of His way and submit to His will on a daily basis. I have to believe the promises He has made to me. In order to do that, I must go to His Word and seek those promises. I must commit to learn, remember, and then rest in them.
What does your Promised Land on earth look like?
