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Don’t leave your children in the wilderness

  • Writer: Sarah Trent
    Sarah Trent
  • Jul 28, 2024
  • 2 min read

I can’t imagine growing up in the wilderness.

Hearing stories about Canaan, but walking in circles in the wilderness, all because of your parent’s choices and disobedience.

Imagine knowing that you kept your children from Canaan, and you having to die without ever seeing them live to the fullest potential.

I can only imagine watching my children grow up in a wilderness, knowing it was my choices that kept them there.

Their parents were stumbling blocks, not stepping stones.

Their parents were hindrances, not helpers.

Their parents taught them to murmur instead of praise.

They taught them to question the man of God rather than fight for him and with him.

They taught them to fear the glow of the presence of God, rather than crave it.

And when that generation made their way off the scene, there was a generation of people left, who now had to take Canaan for themselves.

The battle was originally for their parents, but their parents refused and passed the battle to their children.

They kept their children in a wilderness, when God had intended for them to grow up in Canaan.

You have the potential to do the same.

You can blaze a trail, fight the battles, and introduce your children to Canaan.

Or you can wander in the wilderness and murmur and complain, and your children never experience what God had in store for them all along, until you are out of the way.

You can hold them hostage in the wilderness.

Or you can fight for what God has prepared for them in Canaan. You get to choose how and where your kids grow up.

Let their childhood be filled with the victorious abundance of Canaan, not the wandering and dryness of the wilderness.


 
 
 

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