At or near the top of the list of the most popular names for cities in the United States are names like Greenville (“green town”) or Fairview (“a view that is pleasing to the eye”). But then there is another list of names for cities that quite frankly is nothing short of bizarre . . . on that list are cities like Boring, Oregon . . . Why, Arizona . . . Hygiene, Colorado . . . and who would ever want to get out of Hot Water, Mississippi?
Perhaps one town found in the Old Testament might find it’s way on the “bizarre” list, but more likely belongs on the “Want Nothing Ever To Do With It” list. This one town which served as a temporary home for Mephibosheth would be the wind-ravaged, Jew-despising, barren and rocky Samaritan outpost in the mountainous wilderness of Gilead known as Lo-debar (meaning “no pasture, no communication, land of nothing”).
While it is only natural that we all desire a pretty big portion of “White-Picket-Fenceville” for our lives, God in His wisdom and compassion has set aside seasons for our souls where we find ourselves (like Mephibosheth) most unexpectedly in zip code Lo-debar . . . the place where expectations explode . . . the place where dreams of all size are reduced to a whisper in our memory . . . and sometimes completely die.
This is David “JB” Miller reminding you that with God, the Lo-debar’s of our life . . . and yes, I intentionally used the plural form because Psalm 34:19 tells us . . .
“Many are the afflictions of the righteous, but the Lord delivers us from them all.”
. . . the Lo-debar’s are never intended to be a dead-end, but rather an opportunity . . . a springboard of sorts . . . a place of preparation for a season of greater service and dedication to our Lord.
Whether we ever get there is most greatly determined by the choices we make . . . choices to place unfailing trust in the God who is far greater than any of the circumstances we encounter . . . smack in the middle of our Lo-debar letdowns.