Manna

The Jews in the desert groaned against the Lord, even as the manna was still in their mouths.

Even as God nourished them in a barren land, they complained.

I am in a barren land.

I complain.

At every free moment I turn to God and I complain.

But had it not been for God’s sustenance I would be now dead.

Long dead.

I would have died already a thousand times.

And more.

I look around me and see the barren land and become faint

I loose hope, and like Peter I begin to sink.

Keep your eye on the Lord, do His work, and despair not. (even if the statistics are right)