by Audrey Frank @AudreyCFrank
We are on our way to the place the Lord promised us (Numbers 10:29).
I stood staring out across sand and pebbles for miles. A narrow slip of water disrupted the desert landscape about halfway across the vista. I was standing in the footsteps of Moses on Mount Nebo in modern-day Jordan, looking out across the Jordan River to the Promised Land.
The way to the promised land is a wilderness, folks. It does not look hospitable. The one visible road was a veritable Z on repeat, making jagged zags down the mountainside right to the valley.
Later that day we drove the distance. Dust flew before us in spontaneous whirlwinds while clouds of sand rose behind us. Heat oozed from the ground distorting our vision. Occasionally we passed small stone shelters but not a soul was in sight.
