Wondering about my Wanderings

Wondering Land

I talked to my daughter a while ago. When I asked how things were going, she talked about guessing that she was having fun. After reflecting on that comment I decided there must be a place called wondering land. It is not enough to be there it is wondering how long it will take.

As a youngster, I was one of those kids who would always want to know whether we were there yet. It seemed like it took forever to get to a place billed as fun city. It might be said that I was in a wondering place while my parents were convinced we were off to see the wizard of oz. As time goes on I feel caught in this tension. Do I really want to arrive after all? What will happen when I get there? In all the travelling that took place growing up more often than not I was a bit disappointed. The hype did not stop the petty squabbling, car troubles, car sickness, having to go to the bathroom with no where in sight, hungry, thirsty tired and hot/cold. It was kind of tough fitting eight kids in a station wagon. Somehow we managed.

I am grown up and struggle still. I wait to hear about potential job possibilities, new births, news of my mom and brother healing, just getting through a day can be a challenge. The best I can do is love and be loved. I recall the Israelites in the wilderness always wondering it they would get to the promised land. They forgot to trust. I hope that I can be faithful and learn from my own mistakes. Tomorrow will come soon enought. Wondering land is every day.