Stuck in Moab
Moses died today, in Scripture that is. He actually died thousands of years ago. But in today’s readings at Mass, Moses died and was buried somewhere in Moab. The exact site of his grave is unknown, so no one can even pay respects to his remains. Strange, isn’t it?
Upon reaching the Promised Land, God reminds Moses of his decree that the Israelites will pass into the land rich with milk and honey but Moses will not. He’ll remain behind while they go on ahead. Then Moses dies and Joshua takes up his position as leader of the Israelites.
This story made me think of where I’m at in my own life right now. Number three is preparing to move out of the house and I’m staying back and watching him go. He’s moving on to the Promised Land and I’ll remain here in Moab.
I’m sad and happy all at the same time. I’m happy because this is what I’ve spent the last 19 years of my time, energy, love, and sacrifice for. This is what all parents spend themselves on – preparing their children to enter the land to which God is calling them. I’m sad for myself, my husband, and the last Mohican who’s left behind here in Moab. Things won’t be the same without Lu around. Yet, if he stayed he’d never cross into the Promised Land and he’d never find the Joshua who will continue to lead him closer to God. I pray that he finds an authentic, Godly Joshua to follow…
But me? I’ll be thinking a lot more about Moses. I’ll be wondering what he thought, how he felt, what he did with himself after the Israelites moved on. You can bet I’ll be praying to him, too. I’ll be praying for his intercession for strength, wisdom, prudence and patience as I watch my own Israelite move on to the Promised Land. It probably won’t be much fun to be stuck in Moab, but I’ll be able to rest peacefully knowing it’s all part of God’s plan.