Dear Children of Israel,
I so get you. It wasn’t always like that though.
I used to get really upset with you. A lot. I used to read about all the times that God would miraculously come to your rescue and blow your freaking minds with all the amazing new ways He would prove Himself to you. Then I would watch you blow it. I would be so annoyed with you!
Seriously, dude just split the ocean for you and you wanna complain because your evian doesn’t taste right? Ok. Selfish. You know, I didn’t feel bad when the Earth split open and swallowed some of you whole. I didn’t feel sorry for you when fire came from the sky and burned you up either. You had it coming.
God came through for you over and over, and over…I could do this all day but nobody has time to remember all your failures ok? There’s a lot and you should be ashamed.
I used to feel this way about you. Then I realized that I am you. The tables have turned. I used to watch you beg to go back to Egypt, and I would look at you like you’ve lost it. I couldn’t understand why you would want to do such a thing.
I get it now. Egypt was home. It’s the only thing you knew. Yeah, the work was hard and conditions were rough but it was predictable. You did the same job every day, and you slept in the same bed every night. It was miserably comfortable.
I get you. I want to go back to where I came from too. I know God is running the show, and He has done a fair share of miracles for me too. I still want to go back. Pushing through the wilderness sucks. Nothing is familiar, and trust feels impossible.
Hopefully I can get my act together soon and go back to not liking you, but until then I’ll be remembering Egypt and wondering what the heck I’ve gotten myself into like the rest of you. I just hope it doesn’t take me 40 years to stop sulking.
Ok, maybe I despise you again already.