I intended to write a post on faith today. I thought about it a lot. I was going to talk about the book, Crazy Love. In that book, Francis Chan says, “Having faith often means doing what others see as crazy.  Something is wrong when our lives make sense to unbelievers.” Pretty awesome statement, right? But, I just couldn’t pull it together. I wanted to say, “Yeah, I’m doing something crazy and I’m loving it.  I’m stepping out and feeling great.”  That’s just not where I am right now.  Not at all, in fact.

After spending a lot of time in prayer, the Lord led me to this passage:

I have compassion on the multitude, because they have now continued with Me three days and have nothing to eat.  And if I send them away hungry to their own houses, they will faint on the way; for some of them have come from afar.  – Mark 8:2-3

Do you ever read a passage and think it has absolutely nothing to do with you? Yeah, me too. But, after reading it a couple times, I realized I was the multitude.  These people had left the comfort of their homes and all they had to follow Jesus.  They didn’t want to miss a single lesson that He taught.  They were so intent on following Him that they didn’t even stop to pack food.  They just followed.

I have followed.  Just followed.  I felt his urging to make a move and, before my flesh could back out, I left comfort and security and followed.  And I didn’t pack a thing.  I didn’t make sure I would have provision on the way.  I didn’t verify the ultimate destination.  I just heard his voice and followed.

And, like the multitude, I find myself in the wilderness.  No one is patting me on the back for my obedience.  On the contrary, many are probably questioning my sanity or, at the very least, my wisdom.

I’m in the wilderness. I’m tired. I’m hungry.

If He doesn’t feed me, I will faint. For I have come a long way.