Mana and quail. The lord provides. Manna, slightly sweet honey flakes, every morning for breakfast, quail, take away chicken, for dinner. For 40 years. With a cloud to guide them by day and fire by night.
I believe it. The phrase “the lord provides” just instantly filled me with comfort. And I’ve been going over 50 years.
It’s poignant though, after a week with three deaths in it. I’ve been feeling spiritually numb. I’ll go to my uncles funeral today, it will be a great Christian celebration of a long Christian life, the least complex, in a way, of the deaths.
Thinking a lot about my family, all my children seem damaged and in pain.
It’s a promise, a comfort, but also something of a plea. The lord provides.