This morning in my (DeAnna) devotion, the passage was from Numbers 33. The writer of the devotion helped to point out that in the passage it seems like a long list of places the Israelites traveled to, stopped at and then continued, however, at the beginning of the passage it says that God instructed Moses to record the journey.
I’ve shared before about stones of remembrance and setting up a pile of stones to remember the place (the circumstance, the miracle, etc…). That’s in part why we have kept this blog.
Our travels were from Missouri to Ohio to Pennsylvania to France to Cameroon to Belgium to Missouri to Ohio to Pennsylvania to Canada to Michigan to Missouri to Belgium to Cameroon to Missouri to Colorado to South Dakota to Missouri to Ohio to Pennsylvania to Missouri. I thought I would share a few journey stops (stones of remembrance piles) that immediately came to mind.
While living in France we had a very lean month, in part due to new systems at the Administrative level. We truly didn’t know how we were going to have food to eat that month. We purchased a box of pasta and cans of tomato sauce. Just like the widow at Zarephath (1 Kings 17:7-16), our box of pasta never ran out that month and we always had enough oil or tomato sauce to top the pasta.
On May 22, 2011, we were traveling from the Northwest region of Cameroon back to the capital where we lived. About two hours from the capital in the middle of overgrown jungle type area, the axle left the car on the driver’s rear. We didn’t have any control over the vehicle at that point and skied across the middle line into the oncoming lane (no vehicles were coming at that moment), continued to the shoulder and came to rest completely off the lane onto the shoulder where the jungle side was a deep ravine. Two men on a motorcycle saw the tire with the axle mounted to it, bounce off the road into the overgrowth. They climbed off their motorcycle and retrieved the tire. Minutes later a man pulled up and said he was a mechanic and spent four hours on the side of the road pounding out the brake pad and putting things back together so we could limp down the road and return to the capital.
Thursday, May 31, 2012, this is a day we’ll never forget. This was the day Jonah was severely injured and needed emergency surgery in Cameroon. We took him to a hospital referred to us by the French Health Clinic because there was an orthopedic surgeon who worked there. The surgeon only works one day a week at this hospital – Thursday!
These are just a few of the journey stops/stones of remembrance.
By God’s design I also read Numbers 33 today. I was not only reflecting on my journey – but yours as well. Many of the experiences didn’t (or don’t) seem pleasant at the time. In retrospect, however, we can always see God at work. I thank God for those memories – and how He has continually sustained you, even when it didn’t always feel like it. May He give you more memory stones as you continue the journey.
God is good. All the time. His mercies never fail.