As Greg was speaking tonight, I had a thought. He was reading about when Moses went up on the mountain of God in Exodus and God told him to bring the people near. He went down off the mountain and consecrated the people...
Consecrated? He told them to prepare themselves and wash their garments, etc.
I had an offhand thought wondering about how much water that much use, and if there was even enough to drink in that camp at the time. Then I thought to myself, "of course if they had enough faith, they would have plenty of water. Right?"
Then it hit me.
I am going through more grueling torture than I can remember ever having experienced before; this pain is exquisite and at times I don't know how I can bear it. I have been crumbling all day long and falling asleep as the only way my body knows how to deal with it.
Why? Well, here I am and I have finally begun to attempt to do what God says. I am very bad at this and need much practice, but I have been on the edge (even crossing back once or twice) of not wanting to continue this. But I have been given enough strength by God thus far.
But regardless of difficulty, it is without doubt that I know if I ask in faith for the strength to move forward still, He will give it. Just like that. But my faith is so weak, that I am as able to ask for strength as they Israelites were to ask for water.
This too must change.
