As we're studying Moses and the children of Israel this week in Come Follow Me, I'm once again dumb founded and annoyed that the children of Israel saw miracle after miracle and never learned to trust the Lord. They complained because they were slaves, I give that one to them. But they were delivered out of Egypt and spared many of the plagues if they did what Moses told them to. They complained that they'd been led out of Egypt only for Pharoh to come after them and they said it would have been better we were slaves, cuz then we had food and they felt trapped. They had a serious case of the hangries. So God delivered them through the Red Sea on dry ground and drowned the Egpytians. They complained about water. Granted they were thirsty.
In each case, I get their plight and so did God. But their attitude sucked. Why do we have to go through this? Instead, they should have asked, Lord, please help us. We know you can. One is hopeful, faithful, and grateful. It recognizes trust in God, of which He asks for all the time because we for some reason have a hard time believing we can.
The last few years have been a real challenge for us. Me with my awesome but in many ways needy kids. My anxiety and insecurities as a mom. Thomas's rough goes with work. Never feeling quite at home where we were. Seemingly unending colds. The obvious ugly quarantine with Covid...I swear I still have ptsd from quarantine. Just always have to be out. But instead of that part I like to think of the current part.
Thomas and I have always been the type of people to say, Lord, we will do what you want, where you want, when you want. But if it's possible, can we go somewhere else? Soon after that prayer, Thomas found a much better job, we found a house close to his work and mine, sold our house in west valley, I took up facepainting and love it! The kids made new friends and it's an overall much better set up.
The Lord put us here. It's a bit strenuous in some ways but we're overall much happier.
Perspective has been a good teacher lately. There's a war going on between Ukraine and Russia. My extended family experienced a death that kicked everyone to the ground and broke everyone's heart because there was no one more pure than her. Closer family of mine hurt their back and is in constant pain, and a friend of theirs is going through some real tough life changing situations. My troubles seem so small.
I don't want to be like the children of Israel and forget who brought me through my hard times, and led me to the good, and can bring me through the coming fights.
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