Better than the Promised Land

"Then Moses climbed Mount Nebo from the plains of Moab to the top of Pisgah, across from Jericho. There the Lord showed him the whole land—from Gilead to Dan, all of Naphtali, the territory of Ephraim and Manasseh, all the land of Judah as far as the Mediterranean Sea, the Negev and the whole region from the Valley of Jericho, the City of Palms,as far as Zoar. Then the Lord said to him, 'This is the land I promised on oath to Abraham, Isaac and Jacob when I said, ‘I will give it to your descendants.’ I have let you see it with your eyes, but you will not crossover into it.'

And Moses the servant of the Lord died there in Moab, as the Lord had said. He buried him in Moab, in the valley opposite Beth Peor, but to this day no one knows where his grave is. Moses was a hundred and twenty years old when he died, yet his eyes were not weak nor his strength gone. The Israelites grieved for Moses in the plains of Moab thirty days, until the time of weeping and mourning was over." Deuteronomy 34:1-8

I have always thought about how cruel God was to have Moses see the land, but never walk it. Recently, however, I heard a sermon on how this was not the cruelty of God, but rather a blessing. God allowed Moses to prepare death. Instead of having Moses lead the Israelites on further, God brings Moses home, back to His presence, the final destination, the end goal, the happiest eternity. 

I have reconciled the fact that I may not have all that I desire. I have realized that I am weak and imperfect. I will continue on to deteriorate, but I now believe that God will give for me the best of anything and everything. Though I may never recognize it, it will be what is best for me. Amen, again, I say, amen.