more thoughts on manna
Throughout my life, God has always taken on different forms, different names. One of the things I love about God is that he relates to each of his children differently, based on how HE created them. So when my life changes, when my heart changes, when my needs change - my favorite aspect of God changes. He's that big. That powerful.
Right now God is my Provider. I keep repeating it over and over. I keep seeing it in the lives of my friends. It is the theme that keeps popping up again and again. Provider. Provider.
I've also been thinking a lot about manna.
Through no coincidence, I've been reading through Exodus, Leviticus, and Numbers the past couple of months. And the Israelites - they get under my skin. They are quick to leave their Provider. Quick to question and even quicker to complain. They asked for food. God gave them manna. Then the manna wasn't enough anymore.
God has blessed Tyler and I with some incredible manna. We will be able to live rent free as dorm parents for the next two years while Tyler is in school. And right now I am so thankful.
I want to keep it that way.
Eventually, that natural thankfulness will begin to fade. I'll start to forget our urgent need and God's perfect plan. There will be sacrifices. Late nights. Small quarters. No yard.
Then the time will come to make a choice: to continue to be thankful for the manna, or complain about the manna. I want to learn from Israel. I want to take notice that I am full and nourished. And provided for.