When that Little Bit joined our family, I had a truth to discover. I needed to know that when one leaves slavery for freedom, it takes some adjusting.
The ways of grace need to be learned, when all you’ve known is the whip of Egypt.
When all you’ve known is rejection and neglect and abuse and self reliance.
Or shame and self loathing and being on the fringes of life.
One day I find her crawling under the table eating crumbs off the floor.
Her lunch plate still sits full on the table, food untouched.
She prefers the safety of crumbs, the self- foraging, the independence, to receiving something un-proven and risky from someone she doesn’t know or fully trust.
Learning grace can be scary.
The Israelites wanted to go back to Egypt with its garlic and leeks. Back to the familiarity of slavery rather than rely on God to provide something amazing, unfamiliar, and un-guaranteed out there in the middle of that desert.
For us earth bound sojourners, learning to feast on grace can seem like sure death… and it is. It is the death of self reliance and independence. It is death to all other provisions but grace.
To eat grace, we must TRUST.
That’s the rub, isn’t it? It’s not about performance or perfection or try-harder next time. It isn’t about self protection or self reliance or lighting a candle in the dark.
It’s about trust.
Letting it all go can be frightening.
What if grace, just simple grace for the moment, isn’t enough?
Well I guess we’ll never know if we don’t take that risk, will we?
The risk of trusting simple, unexplainable, ordinary manna comes from a trustworthy God who will always come through for us.
In this moment.
Today I’m right here, at the edge of risk. And I need to ask us both, “How are you doing at eating grace?”
Whatever it is you are facing today, will you hold to this one verse as absolute truth? Can you trust this one promise enough to step into the risk?