Manna from Heaven

I read the account in Exodus today of when Moses interaction with the Israelites after having led them out of Slavery in Egypt. The people started to grumble, as people often do, because they had no food to eat.

It seems so crazy to me, that they go as far as to say that they had it better in slavery because they at least had some food. Manipulation at it's finest right?

God hears them and to show them compassion, to show them His glory, he provides them Manna

They were told not to save it up, some of them did, and it got maggots in it and it started to stink. They were told to collect twice as much on the 6th day because on the 7th day God would rest and they should rest so there would be none, but some of them went out to collect it anyway.

What do I take away from this story that happened a long long time before I was born?

When we do not obey God, something starts to rot and stink... if that is our heart or our mind or our soul or some physical thing I know not. Perhaps it is different in every circumstance of disobedience.

On top of that, if you miss God's blessing the fist time around, it probably won't be there again, at least in that same form.

It is beyond my comprehension that people could live in God's physical presence (A pillar or fire by night and a cloud by day) and receive His blessings daily and not trust him or know Him.

But, I guess our culture does the same thing, we have the Holy Spirit in us, not just by us and we have been given blessings heaped onto blessings and we can't seem to get straight where they actually came from.

Music speaks to my heart like nothing else does, this is the old chorus that is on my heart this morning.

Many men will drink the rain
And turn to thank the clouds
Many men will hear You speak
But they will never turn around

I will not forget You are my God, my King
And with a thankful heart I bring my offering
And my sacrifice is not what You can give
But what I alone can give to you

A grateful heart I give, A thankful prayer I pray,
A wild dance I dance before you
This loud song I sing, A huge bell I ring,
A life of praise I live before You

Many men will pour their gold
And serve a thing that shines
Many men will read your words
But they will never change their minds

Happy Friday.