“What is this?”, I demand, frustrated that God would allow this. “What is this?”, I cry, in anguish that God would allow this. “What is this?”, I sigh, exhausted that God would allow this. What is this thing that disrupts me from my day, my life, my comfort, my routine? What is this thing that once again disproportionately affects marginalized communities who have experienced the systemic oppression of food and housing insecurity and healthcare inequality for centuries? What is this thing that exposes and highlights the compounding of racial disparities and blatant prejudices? Manna is manhu, which in Hebrew translates to “What is this.” It’s an honest and brutal question. The Israelites were starving in the desert and when God gave them something to eat, they had the audacity to ask, “What is this?” But here I see the same audacity creep into my heart, my thoughts, my prayers. I question everything He places in my life and instead question, “What is this? How dare you
Good to see your beautiful face, Miss Patricia and to hear you speak His word.
ReplyDeleteAmen! Thank you, Ms. Patricia! His Word is so encouraging! :)
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DeleteThank you so much, Miss Patricia! I love and miss you so - so thankful to and for you!!!!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Miss Patricia, for pointing us to God's word and for your words of encouragement and your prayers. Our family misses seeing you on Sunday.
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