Being in an Esau place

The story of Esau. Ain't it hilarious, to lose your birthright for bread and stew (of lentils no less)?

Laugh no more. I chide myself nowadays. It is commonplace. Increasingly where I do not wish to be. Perhaps it is impatience? Perhaps it is the lack of faith, smaller than - alas - a mustard seed? Or perhaps I have looked at the stormy waters and stumbled before I could see the Lord reaching out with His arms before me.

I do not know. It is at once baffling and humbling that throughout history, His Word records de ja vu three hundred and sixty five times over (once for each day of the calendar year). Yet we never learn. I never learn.

When you are tested, you shall come forth as gold. To that truth I hang. Till the day words like these ring true: My God is able to deliver me. Even if He does not, I will not bow down to your golden calf, O man. Grieve the Holy Spirit, I will not.

claire.