“In Egypt we (the Israelites) could eat all the fish we wanted, and there were cucumbers, melons, onions, and garlic. But we’re starving out here, and the only food we have is this manna.” Numbers 11:6 CEV
I listened online to a pastor tell about how God fed the Israelites while they wandered around in the desert for 40 years. I was thinking along the storyline of the children’s book Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs. I pictured God raining down loaves of bread on His people. Maybe they did too. Instead, He gave them a project.
They woke up to manna, an edible white coriander-like seed that had to be ground and cooked. The pastor said, “They likely picked up the manna, looked at each other, and said, ‘What’s this?’”
That’s what I asked last year on this very day, March 13, 2020. Some of you probably asked it also. The headlines in The Washington Post read, “Coronavirus is shutting down American life as states try to battle outbreak.”
My son and son-in-law canceled work-related travel and speculated about their job security. My daughter transitioned overnight into a homeschooling mom. My daughter-in-law taught her 2nd grade students online instead of in person.
As for my husband and me, we questioned how closures would affect our home improvement business. More than that, we wondered how we’d live under even more stress than we already had going on.
I prayed some desperate prayers leading up to that day. So, when God allowed a life-threatening virus to heap on more pressure, as well as close down places and things I needed most – my church, mealtimes with friends, and outings with family, … yeah, I questioned His “manna.”
How many times do we pray, get our answer, and ask, “What’s this?”
To be continued …
In This Together,