The Real Journey

I began writing a collection of people’s stories five years ago as God brought them across my path. Their stories reminded me of the children of Israel whom God delivered from captivity in Egypt. In the midst of their flight was the Red Sea. They would have to cross over it to get to their promised land. Moses cried out to God for help and God said, “Stretch out your hand….and part the waters.’ Moses needed a great deal of faith to stretch out his hand and part the waters. But when he did God’s power moved through that faith and brought them into their promised land. We meet people with stories just like that all over Africa!!! When I was young, we used to say in our family, “No one would ever believe these things really happened to us. We should write them down!” We never really did. So after I married, had a family of my own and we moved to South Africa it was just time to start writing!

On my way home from Green Market Square today I watched a homeless woman greet a very pretty young black woman as she walked to her destination. “Hi Macie!” said the woman and she had the biggest smile on her face. The woman looked and kept right on going. The homeless woman and her friend sitting on the sidewalk just laughed. One might say they were mocking that girl. One might say they laughed to hide the pain inside when she didn’t say hello back. To me, it was an invitation to relationship. The young woman may have thought it was a relationship she didn’t want, which is exactly what was communicated to them. But what if it were the door that Hosea spoke about when God said:

“Therefore, I am now going to allure her; I will lead her into the desert and speak tenderly to her. There I will give her back her vineyards, and will make the Valley of Achor a door of hope. There she will sing as in the days of her youth, as in the day she came up out of Egypt. … I will show my love to the one I called, ‘Not my loved one.’ I will say to those called ‘Not my people, ‘You are my people;’ and they will say, ‘You are my God.’”

Call me naïve, say I’ve lost my mind; but I believe that Valley of Achor, that place we fear most; more than likely is the very door of Hope open to us. Yes, it is naïve to think we can solve every problem every person has in the world. Only God can be there for them. But- He often puts people like that homeless women in our path for a purpose- not to harm us but to give us a future and a hope; for us and for them- if we are willing to check in with God and ask, seek and His door will open Everytime!

Ask and it shall be given, Seek and you will find, knock and the door will open- to you Everytime!
KevinProsch

When we crossed over the Atlantic to the southern tip of Africa five years ago, the Lord said to me in a dream: “Arica is the last greatest place on the earth.” That revelation blew me away as it began unfolding in our personal lives. Previously written on my heart were wanderings and longings from my life with a deep desire to be like the pioneers in the Wild West in America and with Nehemiah’s quest to rebuild the walls of Jerusalem. Comparing my life’s journey with those of the people of Africa, Journey to the Promised Land came into view! My new acquaintances and I had more in common than we realized. We discovered we’re all on an amazing journey and God has been right there beside us every step of the way! Just as it was with the children of Israel, our desert places are where we can see Him best; especially when we look beyond our circumstances.


Song of Solomon 3:6:

“Who is this coming up out of the wilderness, like a column of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and incense made from the spices of the merchant?”

It’s the place of breakthrough, the promise of His presence, the Promised Land! Palanquin. It’s the place of refuge, the fulfilment of God’s promise. He is!!!!