Why, Mama?

Open your nearest book to page 82. Take the third full sentence on the page, and work it into a post somehow.


My nearest book is my Bible. Page 82  , third full sentence:  Exodus 16:35. “And the children of Israel did eat manna forty years, until they came to a land inhabited; and they did eat manna until they came unto the borders of the land of Canaan.”

“Mama, why do we go pick up sand in the desert every day?  I didn’t think you could eat sand,” said four-year-old Joshua. His curly, silky dark hair fluttered around his face in the morning breeze, his huge dark eyes trained on his mother’s face.

“Joshie, we do this because God has chosen to feed us straight from heaven!  This isn’t sand we’re picking up.  It’s manna.”

“But what is it?  Why do we have to eat from the ground?”

“Joshie, you have so many questions.  Manna is our word for what is it. We don’t have to know exactly what it’s made of, Son. We just need to be thankful that Yaweh has provided us with such delicious food.”

“But I get tired of collecting it every morning.  Why don’t we fill up two or three baskets, and then we won’t have to do this work again for a while?”

“God said to take only what we need for one day, Joshie.   He’s teaching us to depend on Him and to trust Him. If we take more than we need, it will spoil and get wormy.  You don’t want to eat worms, do you?”  asked Johanna, with a smile.

“Ick. No, I don’t want to eat worms. This stuff does taste good!”

Joshua put the point of his tongue into the manna he held in his hand. “Mama, it tastes like it has honey in it.  It’s yummy!  What will you make with it today?”

“What would you like?”

“I love the bread you make with it, and  maybe, if the chickens are laying, we could have it with some eggs this morning. That would be SO good!”

“Well, when we finish here we’ll have to go check the chickens.  If they’ve found a place to roost, we’ll surely have some eggs.  Come on, Joshie.  We have enough for today.  It’s time to go back to our tent and get ready for the day.  Miles to go before we rest again.”

“Mama, why do we walk every day?  Why is it so far?  Why. . . .”

“Hush, Joshie,  You wear me out with your questions.  Come on, let’s go.”


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