Painting Pictures of Egypt

I don’t want to leave here
I don’t want to stay
It feels like pinching to me either way
The places I long for the most
Are the places where I’ve been
They are calling after me like a long lost friend

It’s not about losing faith
It’s not about trust
It’s all about comfortable
When you move so much
The place I was wasn’t perfect
But I had found a way to live
It wasn’t milk or honey
But then neither is this

CHORUS:
I’ve been painting pictures of Egypt
Leaving out what it lacked
The future seems so hard
And I want to go back
But the places that used to fit me
Cannot hold the things I"ve learned
And those roads closed off to me
While my back was turned

The past is so tangible
I know it by heart
Familiar things are never easy to discard
I was dying for some freedom
But now I hesitate to go
Caught between the promise
And the things I know

BRIDGE:
If it comes too quick
I may not recognize it
Is that the reason behind all this time and sand?
If it comes too quick
I may not appreciate it
Is that the reason behind all this time and sand?

-Sara Groves

I've never actually heard this song, but a friend sent it to me and the words just so totally spoke my heart in the moment I received it.

Maybe you read my post about summer.  At the end of it I mentioned that the pastor preached about the Israelites and their desire to return to what they knew rather than keep heading to what they could not yet see.  In the past couple weeks I have related to them on many levels.  I'm no good at waiting.  (Maybe that's part of the reason I'm here...)  But, "I fix my eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen" and I wait, trusting him.  Because he is perfect.