We are studying the book of Exodus in church. I marvel at how God rescued His people out of bondage by a man named Moses in the form of Charlton Heston. I also marvel at the fact that five seconds later (figuratively), the Israelites begin to complain about their unfortunate circumstances. They grumble:
What’s up with this desert?
Are we ever going to stop?
Have we been abandoned?
Are we there yet?
Is this what our lives were meant to be?
I would love a bowl of Egyptian hummus right about now.
Had I been Moses or Charlton Heston, I would have taken my bullhorn and said, “EXCUSE ME, YOU UNGRATEFUL PEOPLE! Let me break down the blessings for you:”
God spared you during the tenth plague
God brought you out of the house of slavery
God defeated Pharaoh
God provided bread from the sky
God provided water from a rock
In case you’re not clued in, whiny Israelites, GOD’S GOT THIS.
I roll my eyes at the Israelites and shake my head, ashamed for them that they didn’t just trust and be thankful. Then I analyze my own life and quickly realize that I am a modern-day Israelite.
It happens every August/September. The beginning of school is a punch in the gut for me. As a single person who has always wanted kids, social media is the worst place for me to visit during this time. I become frustrated that all schools don’t start on the exact same day so we can get the first day of school pictures with darling kids holding chalkboard signs over with in one fell swoop. I become mad that I am frustrated, since it was my choice to click on Facebook in the first place. I become sad that I will never have one of those pictures to share.
Then I take to the bed and watch an entire season of the Great British Baking Show while I mull over all of the injustices of my life.
What is up with this singleness?
Is it ever going to end?
Why do I feel abandoned?
Will I ever get to a place where this feels normal?
Is this what my life was meant to be?
I would love a package of Halloween Oreo cookies right about now.
Can you hear that? It’s Moses picking up his bullhorn shouting, “EXCUSE ME, YOU UNGRATEFUL PERSON. Let me break down the blessings for you:”
God spared you during a hard divorce
God brought you out of a depression
God defeated the darkness
God provided an incredible opportunity for you to write
God provided people who take the time to read those words
In case you’re not clued in, whiny Lincee, GOD’S GOT THIS.
Therefore, I’m exactly where God wants me.
It’s time to stop moaning and complaining about what I don’t have and to remember what I do have. And WHO I have on my side.