“2The whole congregation of the Israelites complained against Moses and Aaron in the wilderness. 3The Israelites said to them, “If only we had died by the hand of the Lord in the land of Egypt, when we sat by the fleshpots and ate our fill of bread; for you have brought us out into this wilderness to kill this whole assembly with hunger.” 4Then the Lord said to Moses, “I am going to rain bread from heaven for you, and each day the people shall go out and gather enough for that day. In that way I will test them, whether they will follow my instruction or not.”
O Lord, my strength and my might, you are my salvation and I should praise you. But, complaints rise to my lips first. I do not listen. I do not trust. Have patience, as you did with the people of Israel. Even when the waves of unhappiness, distrust and crashing worries start to overtake me, may I hold tight to your promises. May I remember that all I have and truly need comes from you. May your compassion and mercy rain down. May your light of hope be the guiding light in this uncertain sea, Amen.