“The Lord answered Moses, ‘Is the Lord’s arm too short?'”
~Numbers 11:23~

The boys had a cross country meet at Lincoln Park this morning. We arrive early so I decided to walk the course. The kids unanimously agree that this course is not to be desired. None of them like it, and in fact, they think this course sucks or is terrible or however one would like to describe it. But I’ve only stayed one side and never ventured across the way because I was not able to at one time, or it would weaken me too much.

It still weakens me. And I temporarily have lost my ability to nap before work. So I am writing instead about the devotional I read this morning where the Israelites were weeping because they didn’t have any meat. This completely stresses out Moses because he doesn’t know what to do with them. God tells he will put his Spirit on other men so that there will be others to help him and that he will also send some meat.

I’m not sure if the above verse was in reference to the provision of the elders or sending of the meat that will eventually make the Israelites wish they’d never once complained. But the whole thing was convicting me about a stupid sadness I’ve been feeling about starting over on the career ladder and going to school for four years to not have even gotten ahead…yada yada yada. The Israelites are really good at showing us how we

sometimes need an attitude check. Like, if this road is the place where God has brought me then why am I wondering, comparing, or feeling sorry about money or being another pawn in the system who is being forced to conform. Would not God have a plan that would somehow be a blessing to me, whatever that looks like? Like if I am killed and never work it doesn’t mean it was all a waste. God still used me and gave me a life.

I talked to Ethan and Elianna during the races. Both are now the veteran runners with plenty of advise, words of wisdom, and sympathy. I didn’t camp at the horrendous hill this time. Instead I was over by a shaded flat land underneath a row of pine trees. Dad kept his spot running back and forth across the land. Grandma was there in her chair cheering the runners on the school camp. Somewhere the cloud of witnesses cheered.