A Contemplation of Ephraim.
Seeing isn’t believing. Believing is seeing.
Father, I still feel the scars of Egypt,
Yet I have seen the milk of the Promised Land.
Father, I stumble in the wastelands of Hades,
Let your arm lead me through the plots of my enemies.
Father, when my spirit is nether,
In Your plan I will trust.
Father, do I hear You correctly?
Are my eyes clouded by the sandstorm?
Are we close to the honey?
Speak to me O God!
Let me know Your voice
And do not forsake Your servant.
Teach me Your ways
And fill my finite mind with Your infinite wisdom.
Lord if needs be,
Strip me to the very last branch.
Teach me in this season
To love in a new way
To bear new fruit.
For my faith stands like the trunk of a mustard tree
Firm in its roots and far outgrowing the seed,
Yet my leaves blow with the east wind,
Some hesitant and some withstanding;
Doubting yet expectant,
Believing yet not seeing,
Tasting yet not savouring.
In Hebrew, Egypt means anguish/bondage. Your past. But God has taken you beyond that. He is the light at the end of your tunnel. The milk and honey of the Promised Land. The end of your situation. The fulfilment of the promise.
“Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.”