You would rather die in Egypt?

I really love studying the CofI because they remind me so much of myself, and everyone else I know. They are a reminder of how rebellious and obstinate I am. But also, how merciful our Father is. I'm surprised that God didn't just take 'em out, with their bad attitudes. The first time they opened their mouths to complain about not having anything to drink or chicken to eat, they would've been gone. That pillar of fire by night would have become an incinerator. LOL! Maybe I should be praying to be more merciful, huh?

So get this. While the CofI were on their journey through the wilderness they started complaining yet again. This time they said, "why did you bring us out here to die in the wilderness? Weren't there enough graves for us in Egypt?" Hold up. Really? Y'all would rather go back to Egypt, as slaves, and die there, than go to the Promised Land. A landing flowing with milk and honey?

As unbelievable as this sounds to me, it's more unbelievable that my heart says the same thing every time it wants to overeat. Do I really want to go back to Egypt where there are "enough" graves like diabetes, high cholesterol, a heart attack or many of the other diseases that come with being overweight? Do I really want to go back to being a slave to the refrigerator? I don't think so.

Being a slave is not my idea of living. And Jesus said that He came that I might have life and have it in abundance. I get the feeling that dealing with complications from being overweight is not what He had in mind. So I'm gonna keep walking through this wilderness until I get where I'm going.