There are moments, brief, sometimes prolong, that shape us and our legacy for eternity. This may be my moment. Life is surely dealing with me harshly. Almost all I touch seems to decay. Many days I just want to flee from all the burden and feelings of acute disappointment.

But everyday I get up and give birth to the life God's place inside of me. Why? Better yet, how? For each of us it's different. For me, it's this.

It's now 11:30PM. Wednesday night. I had a good day. I still don't have a job, or a home, or much money to my name. But I have something that has kept mankind alive for millennia. Hope.

Today I am reminded of the story of Hagar. It's a story that's been in my spirit the past few months, nearly weekly. Recently, on a daily basis. Hagar's and I's story share a common thread. It's been a spring of hope for me in this wandering season. Like a spring of water in the wilderness.

There fleeing from a harsh life, Hagar, met and became the only person in Scripture to name God.

At that spring, God asks her, as he's asking me, maybe you too,  two life shifting questions.

  1. Where have you come from?
  2. Where are you going?

These are the two questions I ask myself everyday now. Sometimes I love my answer, other days I can be pretty negative. But like Hagar, I return to my life as it is now. Knowing that it's a temporary reality and the promises that God's made to me at that well will be birth.

Because there is a God who sees me. As I see him everyday. Every morning.