Lily and her family were going on a long journey through the desert. Her father had a map that he kept rolled up in their tent. Every morning before they packed up, he would unroll it and trace the path with his finger. Then he would roll it back up carefully and put it inside his coat, close to his heart. "Where are we going, Papa?" Lily asked one evening as the stars were coming out. "Where God promised us," her father said. "A land flowing with good things. It's far — farther than you can imagine. But the map says we'll get there." Lily watched the map in her father's coat. It looked so small. How could a piece of paper that fit inside a coat show the whole journey? "Papa, what if the map is wrong?" Her father smiled. "Then we would be lost. But Lily — the map is not wrong. God drew it. God keeps His promises." They traveled for many days. The sun was hot. The water ran out twice. Lily's feet hurt. The land looked the same everywhere — brown and dry and endless. But every morning, her father would unroll the map and say, "We're still on the way." One evening, Lily asked if she could hold the map. Her father handed it to her. She looked at all the lines and marks — the rivers they had crossed, the mountains they had gone around, the places where the path turned. She couldn't see the destination on the map. It was at the very edge, just a small mark. "Papa, the good land — it's just a dot." "Yes," her father said. "It looks small. But the map says it's there. And God doesn't make mistakes." Lily handed the map back. And she thought about that — God doesn't make mistakes. If the map said the land was real, then it was real. Even if it looked like nothing more than a dot. That night, Lily fell asleep next to the map inside her father's coat. And she dreamed of green fields and rivers and a place where God had promised to be. She woke up and the journey was not over. But she wasn't worried anymore. She had seen the map. It was small. The destination was just a dot. But it was there. And God had drawn it.