I was reading Numbers eleven today. It’s easy to criticize the Israelites, but honestly are we much better? They were tired of eating the same thing every day. They were tired of walking in the dessert. It seemed like the difficulties were never ending. Can we relate? Dealing with the same thing again after weeks of this. Why? I want to kick and scream and complain. Why do I get to have this particular lesson? Here is where the choice comes. Do I curse God and hope for an end, or do I trust Him anyway. I can be honest; I am still not so happy about the way of things, but there will be no cursing. God always has a plan. Even when I can’t understand it.
As a kid I watched my parents fight about different things. I don't really have any other parents to compare them to so I can't really say whether they were normal fights couples have or not. I couldn't even say what most of them were about except the ones that were about me. We only ate as a family on holidays. My father came home late so we kids ate without him. I do remember spending time with him in the evening before I went to bed so it couldn't have been that late. My own husband gets home a little later because of his job commute so we eat late every night. But home schooling has given us the ability to be more flexible than my Mom was able to be. We had school early the next day. As I got older, I remember my Father being home less and less and the fights seemed to intensify. I remember one night when I was thirteen. I could hear them yelling through the wall. My mom found me crying and I told her I didn't want them to get a divorce. She told me...
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