As I was trying to go to sleep tonight, I felt restless. Instead of trying to force sleep, I felt like getting in the bathtub while listening to a sermon. I opened up a sermon that I began early this morning…
Sometime during it, I began to hear God speaking to me, “The land of Goshen.” I knew it was in the Bible, but I couldn’t remember what significance it had. I used my phone to look it up and saw that it was the land in or near Egypt that God led the Israelites out of when He freed them. But what struck me was that at first the Land of Goshen was a blessing to the Israelites…It’s the land that Joseph’s family lived in once God reconciled them to him. Joseph, son of Jacob, placed his family there. It was described as the best land in Egypt, suitable for crops and livestock. It wasn’t until later when Joseph was long gone and all those from his generation, that the Egyptians began to fear the Israelites being there because they were so bountiful. They’re population had increased so much in this blessed land, that they were a perceived threat to the Egyptians.
Isn’t it interesting that the land that once represented restoration and provision, later became a prison, and then they were delivered from this land and eventually into the Promised Land.
It’s almost like it was the land of the “in between”.
I feel this so much.
When we traveled out of Pennsylvania to move back down south, it was an epic moment. It was a release into our homeland, and we were so ready. This land originally brought us so much restoration. But over the last three years, it’s felt like a prison. Now we are in the midst of waiting for God to deliver us into our final destination…our Promised Land.
That’s been the word we’ve heard…Promised Land.
Hidden Acres.
Our family is waiting for our Deliverer to come and release us. We are not waiting in vain though. We aren’t just twiddling our thumbs and sleeping. No! We are continuing to establish our family unit. We are ministering in the ways that God directs us. We are building into our legacy. We are pouring into our children in ways we’ve only dreamed of before. We are worshiping. I lead worship from home. I have been teaching women in the 6-month journey of the heart. I am writing. My children are becoming. They are leaning into their prophetic voices. They are moving in their individual anointings. Art. Music. Writing. Our family is full of these anointings.
So, as we wait, we are sowing…and I know when we leave, we will enter our Hidden Acres (Our Promised Land).
It’s important to know your season. Are you in the abundance of Goshen? Are you in the prison of Goshen? Are you living free in the land? Are you living in chains?
God, reveal to each person reading or listening to this devotional, what their season is right now. Give them wisdom and discernment to see. Open their eyes and hearts. Come with honesty. Come with fullness. Lead us with heavenly direction. Come Lord Jesus come and move us exactly where You want us to be. In Jesus’ name, amen.
“Now hurry back to my father and say to him, ‘This is what you son Joseph says: God has made me lord of all Egypt. Come down to me; don’t delay. You shall live in the region of Goshen and be near me- you, your children and grandchildren, your flocks and herds, and all you have. I will provide for you there, because five years of famine are still to come. Otherwise, you and your household and all who belong to you will become destitute.’” Genesis 45:9-11
During the night Pharaoh summoned Moses and Aaron and said, “Up! Leave my people, you and the Israelites! Go, worship the Lord as you have requested. Take your flocks and herds, as you have said, and go. And also bless me.” Exodus 12:31-32
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