Bread of the day.
Do you speak grumble or gratitude? I can be bilingual at times.
When I read the old testament story of the Israelites complaining along the wilderness route, I’m confused and convicted at the same time. I’ve murmured along the way, too. Journeying to their promised home was supposed to take 11 days, but wound up taking 40 years.
Why? . . . because of their attitude.
Not long after an exodus moment, they began griping that God brought them out of the land of bondage only to let them starve in the desert.
The One who opens the sea answers, “I’ll rain bread from heaven for you” . . . but, His bread of the day came with instructions. Each household was to gather according to its need every day. They were to collect twice as much on the sixth day so there would be no need to gather on the Sabbath.
Incredibly, it didn’t become Sabbath stale.
Jehovah provided for the needs of His people when they were unable to provide for themselves.
The Father’s desire was for His people to seek Him daily. Instead they gathered greed and became manna hoarders. The bread bred worms and became foul.
The story found in Exodus 16:14-31 isn’t too different from what we’re guilty of today.
It says the reason God attached instructions along with His provision was to test us. We ask why God tests us. We should ask why we test Him.
Do you think we American-ites are guilty of the same as these dear ungratefuls of old?
We’re blessed (and spared) so we give thanks. We’re stressed (and suffer loss) then forget we were ever blessed. Dim remembrance.
He asks that we trust Him for today. His mercies are fresh with the dawn. When He said not to worry about tomorrow, He wasn’t joking. We’re instructed to gather what we need. . . His Word and abundance for this day.
The past week has been filled with lessons in trusting the God of provision. I’ve talked to many who were either blessed (because of grace and protection) or stressed from the sweep of Sandy’s hemline wiping out trees, taking out power, and leaving behind a deadly trail of loss.
Have you been blessed or stressed, grateful or grumbling? I pray your story is one of hope and provision. I’d love to hear it.
He opened the doors of heaven and rained down manna upon them to eat, and gave them food from heaven. Man did eat the bread of angels. Psalm 78: 23, 24