I remember hearing, sometimes as a child, to say ‘when’. It usually related to pouring being done for me. It was my power to say when the cup was full enough. I think of that today. Saying ‘when’.

Recently the Lord asked me write down all the things I want.
Whew! I have a list.
I want so and so healed.
I want this breach of relationship fixed.
I want such and such for my daughters.
I want….
so much.
He has begun talking to me about my list.
Is it his list? Have I formed ideas about him based on my list?
When did it become about what I wanted?
Am I praying the right way?

Do I pray like a victim, just interceding as needed in the way I think things should go? How very arrogant! I repent.
I am looking at the Lord telling Moses that the Israelites are to camp by the sea. The wicked ones that pursue them will think they are foolish. And when God pulls out the miracle, and they get set free, an the wicked will honor the Lord.
When was the last time I prayed for someone to get into an impossible situation?
Not like a witchcraft prayer, so they would be punished or return to their senses, but so that, when God rescues them miraculously, the wicked, that pursued them, will honor God?
I look at God giving the wisdom to Moses, when three days out the water was bitter. The tree, into the water. My Jesus, his cross, into the water, making the bitter sweet. What a picture for me today.
How extravagant are His ways! How large is His understanding!

It does not seem coincidence to me that with the understanding of the power encounters in Exodus, we are in the place of difficulties that surface our hearts. It feels like the order of the Lord. The timing of Father.
I look at the next crisis. Food. God knew they needed to eat. And God knew they still thought like slaves. They did not trust Him. And hunger allowed it to surface. In this time of fasting, there have been things surfacing in my heart. About this person, or about that situation, or my attempt to put things together in my mind when I don’t know the whole story. How merciful is our King, that he would allow these things in my soul to raise their voice, so that I can become larger than my soul!

I am getting ready to do the outreach in the desert. How perfect of Him to place me in His word when wilderness is the scenario.
The humility it allows, and the submission it encourages, bring me into a deeper flavor of awe.
There is no God like our God. He is the Lord, and there is no other. Selah.