Susan LaffertyA place called Marah. “Bitter.”
Men, women, and children trudge through wilderness. After Egypt. After walking between walls of sea. After escaping the enemy.
But now. On the other side. There’s no water anywhere.
Until they reach Marah.
And they find it so. The water, that is.
Bitter.
It hit me in a different way that day.
The gathering of family and friends to commission this latest group of sent ones. Newly trained. Now on their way. To places all over the globe.
It hit me when I saw the expressions. On parents’ faces.
Pride. Joy. Grief. And for some—uncertainty. Perhaps, even anger.
The time had come. For releasing their kids and grandkids. To travel across oceans and borders. Into a new and different life of serving in another culture.
Learning Sabbath.
Before
Ten Commandments arrive
engraved in stone,
the Most High God
starts teaching His people
an expectation.
And provision.
Sabbath.
For 40 years
of wilderness training,
He clarifies
this ongoing need
for true rest.
In Him.
With a little thing
called manna.
