Ladies, a battle has been raging within my heart and soul…I have been feeling like I am in the middle of the Jordan. Here I am sitting on the dry ground, the priests holding the Ark of the Covenant behind me, waiting for me to move before they let the flood waters rage forward. I look to the dessert, at who I have been, wandering in my disobedience. I turn my eye to the Promised Land before me…what right do I have to walk forward when I have failed my God so grievously? I may be on the brink, between the dessert and my Promised Land, but I don’t even know where to place my next step or if I will even have the strength to stand. Oh how I have wished the priests would just walk on, leaving me sitting in the dirt as I watch them step onto the bank of the Promised Land and let the waters flow over me, washing me away.
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