They were tired, far from what they knew, they were scared and hurt. As they walked after dreams of "what could be" they started to forget. They forgot the vision, the mission, the end goal. They lost site of what they were fighting for. They watched the Egyptians fall, it was amazing, exciting, triumphant...yet sad that it had to come to that. They saw miracles, incredible miracles and they rejoiced, but were a little scared about what this meant. They got what they wanted, but once they got it, they weren't sure anymore. Though their dreams had come true, they couldn't help but miss their homes. They were used to working hard, but in the past it was because of force, now it was determination and the longer they walked the more they doubted. They doubted that it would be worth it. Would there even be a light at the end of this very long tunnel? Did we even hear God right? Is Moses really telling the truth? Year after year they doubted more and more.
They were stuck in the wilderness.
Their very own doubt, or lack of trust, kept them wandering.
In the midst of the blessing all they could do was complain of Manna.
God gives us dreams, passions, desires. He sets them in our paths and hearts and with total abandon we follow. We want the dream to come true and are thrilled that God actually does too. But then we forget, or maybe we lose sight. God gives us a path and we walk in it,with anticipation and expectation. The further away we get from the initial decision, the more we hesitate to believe that our dreams could very well be in line with what God wants for us. As the doubt creeps deeper into our souls and opposition impedes our path, the hurt seeps in. The lie that our dream was never God's, that our desires will never come to light, blinds us and in brief moments or maybe not so brief moments of weakness we cannot help but think that God did this to us.
We get stuck in the wilderness.
Our very own doubts keep us wandering.
In the midst of the blessing, all we can do is complain of Manna.
