A couple of years ago our family, encountering a detour, set out on this journey, away from familiar territory, away from the destination we had originally planned. We didn't know where the destination of this new journey would be, but we felt confident that we would recognize it when we got there.
There would be clear signs like this:
"You have crossed the border into your Promised Land."
"Your Destiny just ahead!"
"Welcome, grace and mr grace, This is It."
"You are now entering The Place Where You Belong."
The map wasn't very clear, and sometimes along the way we had doubts.
"Are you sure you know where we're going?"
"Yeah, this looks familiar."
"Nothing out here looks like I expected it would."
"Look at this, others said we would go this way."
And so we would continue on.
Some territory we knew we would pass through. There was no way to our destination except getting past the valley of bitterness. Thankfully, we succeeded in getting to the other side. We recognized the scenery of detox because we heard about what it looked like.
You know that sense of anticipation you get when you realize you must be getting close to your destination? Well, we've been traveling awhile, we must be close, right? And you crest that final hill expecting to see your destination laid out before you...
"Does this look familiar?"
"Nope, this isn't it."
"Well then where the heck are we?"
"Um, I don't know."