Towards the end of my post announcing our decision to attend law school, I mentioned that Virginia was something of a promised land for us. For the record, I was mistaken.
In the days following that post, the phrase “promised land” kept coming back to me. It didn’t sit right. One day I was pondering the matter while riding home from work—bicycle thoughts are second only to shower thoughts—and I realized why Alexandria didn’t fit the promised land mold: if Alexandria truly were our promised land, why would we leave? God reserves promised lands for specific people with specific purposes. These lands and people and purposes are uniquely fitted to each other. You don’t leave a promised land lightly. And yet we were about to.
I began to think that perhaps Virginia wasn’t our promised land after all. In that case, what was the point of Virginia? And why did we feel the Lord’s hand so strongly guiding us there?