Struggling Well With Life

Was reading in Exodus this morning, and arrived in the amazing account of the Israelites crossing the sea, and their affirmation of God, and the songs that pour out from that experience. 15:11 “Who among the gods is like you, O Lord? Who is like you - majestic in holiness, awesome in glory, working wonders?” Caught up in the intervention of the Divine in their most desperate place, and God delivered, and they worshipped. But in the same chapter, they traveled for three days without water and they began to grumble - what are we to drink? What is it about our humanity, that in all of our intelligence, and the ability we have not to forget when we have been wronged, that we can so quickly and easily forget when we have been blessed, redeemed, rescued, delivered? I have had those moments in life where God literally rescued and delivered me, and I knew it had absolutely nothing to do with my strength, but was undoubtedly solely - Him, and then three days later have wondered, and grumbled, about my daily needs. I am choosing today to remember, to recount, to build an altar of remembrance that has a lot more to do with the truth of our history, than the shortsightedness of my faith. Care to join me?