Don't Despise the Wilderness - 'Tis the Season to be Jolly

It's a nice, summer August evening. The breeze is hitting my legs and the side of my face as it flows in from the Gulf of Mexico. My thoughts linger back to the season I just left - the wilderness. It was a season where I learned how to fight, how to submit and surrender when it hurt, and how to be precisely obedient to God. Most importantly, I learned that my heart was a proving ground for God.

The last three years were nothing like I've ever experienced. I am believing God for manifestation of something big, big to me. While going through this season, the Lord showed me that my heart wasn't right. It wasn't ready to receive what I am believing Him for. Assuredly I say to you, had this thing manifested prior to my wilderness, I would have made it my God, just like the children of Israel and the golden calf. (Exodus 32:8)

The dust has settled. The dirt is calm. That season is over and I came out a better woman, a healed woman and a delivered woman. Friends, if you are in the wilderness, don't despise where you are. There is no getting to the Promise Land without it. As the sun sets on this beautiful beach this evening, it signifies the end of one day and the beginning of another one. The sun has set on my wilderness season. A new season is upon me and I declare 'tis the season to be jolly!


  1. Hi Tamara! I went through a similar season with my job several years ago. It was an extremely difficult time, but (like you said) the Lord used that season to grow me and I am so grateful.

    Priscilla Shirer has a book entitled "One in a Million" and she uses the exact same story The Exodus to illustrate how God moves us toward our destiny. Blessings...Simone

  2. Thank you for your comment Simone. I am so thankful for my season as well. I know it will benefit me greatly in the next season and beyond. I'm excited to see what's up ahead. :)

    May the blessing of the Lord be upon you as well.


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