So we prayed and pressed on, but not with amazing faith. Still, God helped us. No one asked so much as one question. We were waved on.
When I read about the Isrealites on their desert-crossing journey, it is easy to wonder why they doubt. God provides rescue, they rejoice, but a few days later they are ready to give up and doubt again. At each challenge along the way they are quick to assume abandonment.
Yesterday, I realized, we're the same. One deliverance is great, but no guarantee of the next, and we so quickly worry about the next steps. The way ahead looks so unsure. God tells Moses that the people are not ready for battle, so He graciously leads them on a detour where He can strengthen their faith with smaller trials of water from the rock and manna from the dust. What looks to them like an unnecessary and directionless waste of time actually serves to build community, build faith, prepare them for the conquering of the land. I need that perspective for the weeks and months ahead, deliverance in desperation to steel my heart.