I am a singer, songwriter, wife, mother, Jesus follower. I send out a 2-minute read every Tuesday about Jesus and life in God.
Manna Fuel
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Hi Friends, As the pastor shared from Exodus 32, painting the picture of the Israelites waiting nervously for Moses to return from his journey up the mountain, I began to see the scene in ways I hadn’t before. Here they are, in the middle of the wilderness. It has been weeks with no sign of their leader. Fear takes hold. They are distraught that God may have abandoned them. Left them for dead in the middle of this wasteland. They wake up in the morning, collect manna for the day’s nourishment, and complain to Aaron at how long it’s been. Where is Moses? Where is God? What kind of deliverance is this? They squint worriedly up at the mountain, mindlessly picking bits of daily bread from their teeth. Aaron has an idea. Bring me all the gold from your earrings. He melts it down, begins to make the golden calf. The people work to gather gold, melt, and carve the image. Idolatry fueled by calories wrought from heaven-sent miracle bread that has literally fallen from the sky while they’re sleeping. It can look so ridiculous to us on the outside. How could they doubt? How could they grumble? And yet, it’s at this point in the story that I’m exceedingly aware that I do this often. Taking breath into my lungs. Living under a sky painted with glorious color. Standing on a rock hurling through space, the origins of which even the most brilliant scientists can’t explain away. I think back to parts of my own story in God. Times of confusion in my life where He’s so tenderly made clear to me every step to take after the last. Evidences of not alone and never in want, and yet I so easily grumble, lose heart, or make an idol of some other support in my life. I’m making it my ambition to see the manna of God in my daily life. To remember the miracles that seem small and happen so regularly that I take them for granted. I want to gather up the miracles like they gathered up the manna. To take note of them and be sustained by them. And to be grateful. Thank you, God, for all these evidences of Your love. Help me not to forget them. – Anna |
Anna Blanc
I am a singer, songwriter, wife, mother, Jesus follower. I send out a 2-minute read every Tuesday about Jesus and life in God.
Hi Friends, I’ve been thinking about faith. (Is there a more simple, yet complex topic?!) Here are a few lyrics I sang about this: There’s no formula to faith No saying words just the right way It’s birthed in the heart Reaching out for who You are Jesus commended the woman with the issue of blood in Luke 8:40 as having true faith. This leads me to a question people have asked through the centuries: What is required to have true faith? It may help us to first look at what it’s not. Faith is...
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Hi Friends, When I read the life of Christ in the Gospels, I get this sense. I get the feeling that wherever He was going and whatever He was doing, Jesus was wholly interruptible. Unlike the well-scripted narratives you or I might have expected the Gospels to deliver, Jesus’ days were filled with spontaneous moments. He was cried out to from the side of the road. Once, the hem of His robe was grabbed from behind while He navigated through a crowd on His way to the next town. When He escaped...