We had meat in Egypt

The story of isrealite is intriguing. One month after leaving Egypt, the miracles were still fresh in their minds. The sea had opened before them. Pharaoh’s army had been swallowed behind them. Yet hunger was enough to make Israel speak about slavery as though it had been safety.

“We had meat in Egypt,” they said.

Anxiety has a way of rewriting memory. It can make bondage look better than freedom when the present feels uncertain. They remembered the food, but forgot the whips. They thought about the pots of meat, but not the chains that held them captive. All they could see was the emptiness in front of them in the wilderness.

God intervened in their predicament in spite of their hearts toward him, every morning, he let bread fall from heaven, enough for each day.
And gave them one instruction, do not store it up. Some ignored him anyway. By the next morning, the manna had rotted and filled with maggots.

What do you think is happening here. What has God discovered and trying to treat in them?

Would you agree, it was training of a Father teaching wounded people how to trust him. Egypt had taught them to survive through fear and hoarding. God was teaching them to live as sons and daughters who could depend on him daily.

The orphan spirit struggles to believe that tomorrow will be cared for. It gathers, grasps, and clings because deep down it fears being abandoned again. But the Father was trying to heal that fear in the wilderness. Day by day, He was teaching Israel that they no longer had to think like slaves without a home.

Seriously some of us are doing the same thing right now. Not with manna. But with worry. You’re stockpiling tomorrow’s problems today. Your brain is running a highlight reel of everything that could go wrong. The unpaid bill. The doctor’s appointment. The conversation you dread. The kid who’s drifting. The job that feels one misstep from falling apart. Running disaster scenarios. Rehearsing the worst. Hoarding anxiety like it’s preparation. It’s not. It’s just rot.

Jesus says: “Each day has enough trouble of its own.” Don’t borrow tomorrow’s worries. Don’t rehearse disasters that haven’t happened. Show up for today. Trust God for today. Do what you can do with what you’ve got right now. When worry knocks, let faith answer the door. Remind yourself who your Father is. Speak it out if you have to: “God knows. God cares. God provides.” If God runs the universe with that level of care, why would he drop the ball on you ?

When anxiety says, “You are on your own. Nobody’s coming to help. If you don’t figure this out, nobody will. So keep turning it over. Keep worrying. At least worrying feels like you’re doing something.” Say no! My Father feeds and cloth the sparrow and I worth much more to him.

When we worry, we’re not living like people who have a Father. We’re living like orphans who have to fend for ourselves. Like people who don’t believe God is real, or good, or present.

your Father cares. 1 Peter 5:7 says “Cast all your anxiety on him, because he cares for you.”

Kay Alli