After we broke into our teams, we began our treks into the woods. And for the first few miles, we walked single file. Which ended up being a really good thing because . . . I cried the whole way. (I am not a cry-baby. Really, I’m not!) Now, I love nature and trees and walks in the fresh air. But I do not like walking and walking and walking while carrying what feels like a St. Bernard strapped to my back. And my tiny, little legs had to work twice as hard to keep up with the big people. I may as well have been a cartoon character whose feet are spinning in circles really fast, but I’m not getting anywhere. I was physically hurting just a few miles in, and the pain came out as tears. It was going to be a LONG week!
It would seem to me that the two biggest things that the Israelites constantly got in trouble for were forgetting and grumbling. Two things that I am constantly guilty of. Obviously, they probably felt that they had a lot to grumble about. They were under a major hardship in Egypt, being slaves and all. And then things only got worse when God first sent Moses to Pharaoh. They didn’t get immediate deliverance. Pharaoh increased their work by taking away their straw, but he kept the quota the same. And the Israelite foremen were beaten. Doesn’t sound too promising, yet.