There is a place we all hate to find ourselves. In the land between. Between one good situation and the next good situation. Between a good period of life and the next good period of life. We're previously in that place, and it's hauntingly familiar. Still, we're God's people; we learn what we can whilst we're here, and we do not give up.
The land between good places is littered with bitter, degrading, and despairing experience. This is land between hope and the dream, never quite either, terrain tantalizingly alien to both.
The land between is where we learn to stay in the day whilst holding onto the vision held for, though not yet seen.
In the land between we learn not to focus on being in the land between.
It does not mean that being in the land between is something we should avoid. We can not avoid it, so why try? Although the land between is a wasteland, it piques growth opportunities, so we sit in the ugliness of those emotions, collect conscious memory of them, and, with Jesus there, we venture out of that wilderness, into the present moment, believing God has a plan to get us to our dream. We get ready, and we stay ready.
The land between is a topography of complaint and exasperation, but it is also a vista replete with the provision of guidance for the humble of heart.
Jesus teachers us to trust when every scaffold of security is ripped from our grass.
And then, as we finally envisage the dream emerge into reality, we find our newfound trust is indispensable for what God has been preparing in advance for us to do.
The land between is preparation ground for the ultimate purposes of God through us.