Milk and Honey Day 17: The Promised Land
If we're going to spend forty days talking about milk and honey, we should probably talk about where that phrase comes from.
The Promised Land sits at the center of one of the largest stories in Scripture. Most people know the broad outline. The Israelites were enslaved in Egypt, Moses led them out, the Red Sea parted, they wandered around in the desert for 40 years, and eventually they crossed the Jordan River into the land God had promised generations earlier.
The story spans much of Exodus, Leviticus, Numbers, Deuteronomy, and Joshua, but if you've never read it before, Exodus and Joshua are a good place to start. Together, they frame the journey from slavery to inheritance and help explain why the phrase "a land flowing with milk and honey" carries so much meaning.
When you slow down and look at the story, the Promised Land was never simply about geography.
It wasn't just a destination waiting at the end of a difficult journey. It represented home, inheritance, provision, identity, security, and the fulfillment of a promise that had been generations in the making. When God first spoke to Abraham about the land, the people who would eventually inherit it didn't even exist yet. Entire generations lived and died before that promise was fulfilled.
By the time the Israelites finally left Egypt, most of them had never known anything except slavery. Freedom was unfamiliar. Ownership was unfamiliar. The idea of having land, homes, crops, and a future they could build for themselves was unfamiliar too.
That is part of what makes the wilderness years so interesting to me.
Most people think of the wandering as punishment, and certainly there are places in the story where disobedience had consequences. But I think we miss something important if that's all we see. The wilderness wasn't simply a delay between Egypt and the Promised Land.
It was preparation.
The people who left Egypt were not the same people who would eventually enter the land. They couldn't be.
You don't spend generations living under traumatic conditions and then immediately know how to steward abundance. The skills that help someone survive are not always the same skills that help them flourish. The Israelites had to learn how to leave Egypt behind, and I don't just mean physically. They had to leave behind the mindsets, fears, habits, and ways of seeing the world that had been shaped by generations of survival.
Throughout the story, they kept looking backward. When things became difficult, they remembered Egypt through a strangely nostalgic lens, even though Egypt had been the source of their suffering. The familiar felt safer than the unknown, even when the familiar was hurting them.
Honestly, I think most of us do the same thing.
There are ways of thinking, coping, and navigating life that serve a purpose in one season but become limitations in the next. Sometimes the hardest part of moving forward isn't taking the next step. It's letting go of what we no longer need to carry.
As a mother, I find myself thinking about this often.
One of the greatest gifts I can give my children isn't money, opportunity, or even advice. It's doing the work of becoming healthy enough that I don't hand them burdens they were never meant to carry. Every generation inherits something from the one before it. Some of those things are beautiful. Some of them aren't. Part of maturity is learning to recognize the difference and choosing to leave behind the things that don’t work so that our ceiling becomes the floor the next generation builds on.
The wilderness was a place of transformation for the Israelites, and I think most of us have our own version of that process. We learn what to keep, what to release, and what needs to stop with us so something better can continue after us.
That is why the wilderness matters.
The in-between places are where the real work happens. They're where healing takes root, where perspective shifts, where we learn patience and resilience, and where we slowly become capable of carrying the very things we've been asking for.
The older I get, the more I think waiting is rarely passive. We tend to imagine it as standing still until something changes, but the wilderness years were anything but passive. They were years of learning, failing, growing, adjusting, and becoming. The Israelites weren't simply waiting for a promise. They were learning how to carry it.
Because the Promised Land wasn't the end of the story.
When they finally crossed the Jordan River, there were still crops to plant, vineyards to tend, homes to build, and families to raise. Milk and honey was never a promise that life would become effortless. It was a promise that life could become fruitful.
That distinction has become increasingly meaningful to me as I've worked on this collection.
The vision that started Milk and Honey was about provision. But it, like a field, grew to encompass a lot more. It’s become about the idea that preparation has a purpose. That growth often happens long before anyone can see the results. That the difficult middle seasons of life are not wasted, even when they feel slow, frustrating, or uncertain. That not yet doesn’t mean roots aren’t growing, seasons aren’t changing and the vision won’t come to pass
When I look at the story of the Promised Land now, I don't think the wilderness was the opposite of the promise.
I think it was part of the promise.
It was the place where transformation happened.
And maybe that's why this story continues to resonate thousands of years later. Most of us know what it feels like to stand somewhere between where we've been and where we're going. Most of us know what it feels like to carry a vision we can't fully see yet and wonder if the journey is accomplishing anything at all.
The story of the Promised Land reminds us that sometimes the most important part of the journey isn't the arrival.
It's who we become along the way.
Because when the Israelites finally crossed the Jordan River, they weren't simply stepping into a promise.
They were stepping into a future they had been preparing for all along.