I find it interesting how many times the history of Israel’s freeing from Egypt is recounted in the Bible. It seems like something I should take note of. Not only the story, necessarily, but also the repetition.
It’s told over and over again. God continually reminds Israel of how He got them out of Egypt, how He freed them from slavery, how He fought for them. How He won.
And it’s written many times. I don’t know how many. I suppose I could look it up. At any rate, it’s a lot.
It’s clearly something the Israelites were to keep in mind. Something I’m supposed to keep in mind. This victory of God’s. This victory He worked out for His people.
A victory He can work out for me.
So will I keep it in mind? Do I? When things are bleak, when I feel trapped, oppressed, hopeless, do I remember His victory on my behalf? Not only what He did in Egypt with the Israelites, but what He’s done in my personal Egypt? What He’s done with me?
Sometimes I don’t want to remember the past. I want the victory for today.
And sometimes, I recount the past in my heart to my God. I cry out and say, “You did it then, I need You again.”
And then sometimes, I wonder. Will He answer this time? Will He do it again? Will He? And I don’t want to keep repeating it. I want Him to just do it.
I want to see the concrete victory. Now. And I tell Him so. Over and over.
And He tells me He’s got it covered. Remember His faithfulness, He reminds me.
So I do. And I repeat it. Over and over. His victory for me. The story of it, the timing, the miracles, the details.
And I know a victory story, for today, is being written again. And He’ll win. Because He’s faithful. And every story He’s in, He wins.
So I know He’ll answer. He’s faithful. It may not be how I want. It may not look the same as before. But He’ll answer. He always does. He always wins.
And He reminds me of it and tells me to remember. Over and over. I cannot forget His faithfulness. I cannot forget His victory.