I was born the same year my dad turned thirty and my grandmothers both turned sixty. I loved the math of that. I always planned my life to be sure I’d have a kid within my thirtieth year—not my first child, since thirty was late in the game. But I would work really hard to have one of my children during that year in my life so I could keep the tradition going.
Funny, the expectations we set for ourselves, how we make all these random executive decisions:
- If I don’t own a house by the age of ______, I’ve failed.
- If I don’t have by the age of _____, I’ve failed.
- If my career doesn’t make sense or I haven’t settled into the workforce by the age of ______, I’ve failed.
That’s what it comes down to, isn’t it? This idea that there’s a right way and a right time to do something, as well as a wrong way and a wrong time.
Everyone wants something they don’t have. Everyone can point to a place in their life that feels like a barren wasteland. Even if someone was in their best season ever, and you handed them a microphone and asked, “What do you want that you don’t have,” they’d still be able to give you an answer. Whether it’s a bigger house, or more job opportunities, or greater influence, or kids, or a girlfriend or boyfriend or whatever—everyone I know wants something they don’t have. Don’t you? What do you want that you don’t have?
That’s what makes life feel like a wilderness, to me at least, which is exactly where the Israelites were located when God provided them with manna. In the wilderness. This entire planet is about wilderness, but God is about manna. The journey of life is not a matter of finding our way out of the wilderness but finding the manna inside the wilderness.
Do you see that? Was I seeing that? We can be in the wilderness and be fed. Those two realities are not mutually exclusive. Life can be painful and beautiful at the exact same time. Scripture says He will bring us “into the wilderness” and “speak tenderly” to us (Hosea 2:14). His kindness brings us to Him. The wilderness does not mean abandonment; it means a chance to see this manna that neither we nor our ancestors have ever known. It won’t always look the way we thought it would. It won’t always look like the family and future we envisioned for ourselves, the kind we hold up as the expected standard. You may even find yourself asking, “What is this? What is it?” That’s because it will be manna. Something else. Something yet unknown. Perhaps even something much, much better.
Deuteronomy 8. Manna that neither I nor my parents had ever known. True, my parents did not know single- ness in their thirties. My mother, though a lawyer and hard worker, did not provide for herself for twenty years after graduating college. My parents have never moved to another town.
But I have.
And back on that Monday of my fast in June, I sat in my swirly chair just dumbfounded at the idea that God had said, thousands of years ago, He would be for me what other people didn’t know He could be. He has fed my heart and soul in ways I didn’t know He could do.
Excerpted with permission from Remember God byAnnie F.Downs. Copyright 2018, B&H Publishing Group.
Annie F. Downs is a bestselling author, nationally known speaker, and podcast host based in Nashville, Tennessee. An author of multiple bestselling books including 100 Days to Brave, Looking for Lovely, and Let’s All Be Brave, Annie also loves traveling around the country speaking at conferences, churches, and events. Annie hosts the weekly popular That Sounds Fun Podcast and is a huge fan of bands with banjos, glitter, her community of friends, boiled peanuts, and soccer. Read more at anniefdowns.com and follow her @anniefdowns.