If you are just happening upon my blog for the first time, I would encourage you to read another post of mine first. I'm not sure this is how I want my first impression to be. Then again, it's not really about me, is it?
I have had some funky stuff in my nose recently. I'm fairly sure it's all of the phlegm and booger variety, but I've had more than my fair share. If this were winter and I was consistently cold, I would understand. But we're experiencing a summer's summer. So it's not the weather.
I suppose I could blame allergens in the air, which do seem to hit around this time of year. I'd much prefer to blame the new fur-balls that have invaded my living space, two little kittens that my kids refuse to leave alone until they hide behind the washing machine. The kittens hide, not the children.
Regardless, I've used a winter's worth of tissues in the past month and I can't seem to figure it out. Knowing it could be worse, I shouldn't complain. After all, it's not like it's meat coming out of my nose.
What's that? You've never heard of that? Sure, we've all seen someone laugh so hard that milk or soda comes out of their nose. That stings a bit. But meat? Oh yes indeed!
Flip in your Bibles to the under-appreciated book of Numbers and you will find the Israelites roaming the desert. While there, they find stuff to complain about. They are tired of the miracle manna that falls from the ground each day from Heaven.
'Thanks God for providing for my every need.'
'Thanks God that all I have to do is go out a grab food...without farming.'
I feel soooo bad for them, just like I do when my own kids complain after having done nothing to prepare a meal. The picture is actually quite pathetic. Numbers 11:10 tells us that Moses finds people from every family wailing at the entrance to their tents. What are they whining about? 'We want meat. Meat!'
It reminds me of my son, when he was 5. We bought mint toothpaste because he said he would use it. When we got home he wailed because he thought we said it was meat flavored toothpaste. Yum, because who doesn't want more bacon flavor while cleaning their teeth?
While I can't give my son what he wants, the Lord gave the Israelites meat. But God didn't just give them a little. He gave them meat for a whole month.
Anything that comes out of my nose is not going to be high on my list of things to put in my mouth. That's a general rule I live by. I won't judge you if you don't have the same rule.
I think the bigger picture here is remembering what we're crying about when we complain. The Israelites had a hankering for meat, but it was really a distrust in God as their Provider.
So what are you having trouble trusting in God for recently?
I have had some funky stuff in my nose recently. I'm fairly sure it's all of the phlegm and booger variety, but I've had more than my fair share. If this were winter and I was consistently cold, I would understand. But we're experiencing a summer's summer. So it's not the weather.
I suppose I could blame allergens in the air, which do seem to hit around this time of year. I'd much prefer to blame the new fur-balls that have invaded my living space, two little kittens that my kids refuse to leave alone until they hide behind the washing machine. The kittens hide, not the children.
Regardless, I've used a winter's worth of tissues in the past month and I can't seem to figure it out. Knowing it could be worse, I shouldn't complain. After all, it's not like it's meat coming out of my nose.
What's that? You've never heard of that? Sure, we've all seen someone laugh so hard that milk or soda comes out of their nose. That stings a bit. But meat? Oh yes indeed!
Flip in your Bibles to the under-appreciated book of Numbers and you will find the Israelites roaming the desert. While there, they find stuff to complain about. They are tired of the miracle manna that falls from the ground each day from Heaven.
'Thanks God for providing for my every need.'
'Thanks God that all I have to do is go out a grab food...without farming.'
I feel soooo bad for them, just like I do when my own kids complain after having done nothing to prepare a meal. The picture is actually quite pathetic. Numbers 11:10 tells us that Moses finds people from every family wailing at the entrance to their tents. What are they whining about? 'We want meat. Meat!'
It reminds me of my son, when he was 5. We bought mint toothpaste because he said he would use it. When we got home he wailed because he thought we said it was meat flavored toothpaste. Yum, because who doesn't want more bacon flavor while cleaning their teeth?
While I can't give my son what he wants, the Lord gave the Israelites meat. But God didn't just give them a little. He gave them meat for a whole month.
You will not eat it for just one day, or two days, or five, ten or twenty days, but for a whole month—until it comes out of your nostrils and you loathe it—because you have rejected the LORD, who is among you, and have wailed before him, saying, “Why did we ever leave Egypt?” ~Numbers 11:19-20
Anything that comes out of my nose is not going to be high on my list of things to put in my mouth. That's a general rule I live by. I won't judge you if you don't have the same rule.
I think the bigger picture here is remembering what we're crying about when we complain. The Israelites had a hankering for meat, but it was really a distrust in God as their Provider.
So what are you having trouble trusting in God for recently?
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