Chicken Dancing

December's been a doozie of a month for me and I'm still wading out of the bog I ended up in. It's been weeks since I've done any writing. Weeks. And I'm having a really hard time getting back to my keyboard. Not because of time—I've had lots and lots of time, but because I did something Israel did after they left Egypt with Moses.

Israel was in Kadesh-Barnea, right on the brink of entering the Promised Land, and they chickened out. Guess where I've been this month? In Kadesh-Barnea doing the chicken dance. It's not a very pretty picture. More than that, it's not a pretty experience. I know what I'm supposed to be doing, the path I'm to be following, but instead of moving forward I've settled for the chicken dance.

Sure, as I danced I read some excellent books that challenged me spiritually and counted as research for my writing project, so the time wasn't wasted. The problem came in with my mindset and my focus. I fixed my eyes on the giants in the land and on all my weaknesses—which is exactly what Israel did there in Kadesh-Barnea. Check out what happened to them as a result:

Then the Lord heard the sound of your words, and He was angry and took an oath saying, 'Not one of these men, this evil generation, shall see the good land which I swore to give your fathers, except Caleb...because he has followed the Lord fully.'
~Deuteronomy 1:34-35 NAS

Israel's chicken dance landed them in the desert for 40 years, and that generation died in the desert.

I have no desire to die in the desert which means I need to quit doing the chicken dance, face my fear, get moving and go in and conquer the land God has given to me. I need to get cooking. *grin*

How about you?
Have you been chicken dancing or cooking?

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