With a Sonicare in my mouth, I tell the Lord straight up, You’ve put me in a place where I don’t have everything I need to do what you’re asking me to do.
I am the Israelite nation, waking up to make bricks again today.
This time without straw provided.
“The slave drivers kept pressuring them, saying, ‘Complete the work required of you for each day, just as when you had straw.’” (Exodus 5:13 NIV)
Spitting into the sink, I say, Is this what you do to me, Lord? Same quota, less resources?
“The Israelite foremen realized they were in trouble…”
In trouble, yessir.
Not enough smarts.
Not enough experience.
Not enough of whatever, and we feel like making a face at God behind his back. Really, Lord? Why is this so hard?
But I’m OCD enough to run my Sonicare through two cycles, and by the time it turns off I’ve thought through to the rest of the story.
We can’t rush the story. There has to be the miserable, not-gonna-make-it scene before we get to the sending in of the big guns to save the day.
So let us imagine we are those Israelite people, scattering to gather stubble to use for straw.
But out of this not-enough day God will show us what he will do.