“When Pharaoh finally let the people go, God did not lead them along the main road that runs through Philistine territory, even though that was the shortest route to the Promised Land.” >Exodus 13:17a (NLT)
Maggie and her husband, James, prayed their son would become a godly man, work hard for honest wages and someday lead a family of his own.
But Caleb had a different idea about how his life would be, and he wanted to live by his terms.
Though his parents offered grace and godly guidance, Caleb refused to obey their guidelines. As the head of their home, James told his son he could no longer live there. With a broken heart, Maggie supported her husband’s leadership and watched her son pack his bags.
For the next five years, she prayed. For five years, she waited. For five years, she carried his Bible in her purse.
We often interpret our seasons of wait as inconvenient, an interruption on the way to the ultimate outcome. Might I suggest we view our wait as an intermission, rather than an interruption? Maggie’s intermission started the day the locks were changed.