Folding Our Tents

Sometimes when I read the account of the Israelites' exodus I want to shake my head. It seems so obvious they had everything they needed, and that the Lord was directing their every move...in visible ways: "
...the cloud covered it. From evening till morning the cloud above the tabernacle looked like fire." Num 10:15

When the cloud lifted, they moved. When it stayed, they stayed. Sometimes it remained many days, sometimes only from morning till evening.

Some days I wish I had a 'cloud.' But what about the days that are long and dry? Wouldn't I question the Lord, "Why aren't you moving? What is the purpose of staying here, close to danger...or in the blazing heat...or the freezing cold?"

Waiting with uncertainty would so make me wanna fold my tent! As I'm sure it was with the Israelites.


Waiting, without clear direction, makes me want to scramble and come up with a plan. I'm not patient. I like to be on the move rather than sitting still. But there's a problem with my plans. I can only see the small picture, from my limited view.
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I realize that even if I had a real-life, visible, fluffy cloud, I would still question it. After all, I have the whole Book! I have the Way to God. And yet, I ask why? And when? I'm still impatient.

Only when I draw closer to Him, leaning in to hear His heartbeat, can I settle into my tent until He tells me otherwise.