It's getting harder and harder to hide it.
Friends, I hate to break it to you, but I've gained weight; I'm fat again.
I know what you all are thinking--"Ernie must think I'm blind or something."
I don't know exactly how much I've gained since I haven't gotten on a scale in months. I'm guessing it's somewhere in between "Dayum!" and "Oh. My. God."
The only real reason I can think of as to why this happened is because I just like to eat, dang it. Food is so yummy!
Plus, watching what I ate and counting Points was too hard.
I want what I know. I want what's easy. I want to go back to Egypt.
I can relate to those poor Israelites who were taken from their homes out of their slavery and then forced to walk in a hot desert with hardly any food or provision.
They voiced their concern asking why they had to come on this journey. I mean, at least in Egypt they had homes and jobs and food. Out here in the desert? Nothing.
Sure they were free from the oppressive bonds of the Pharaoh, but that was at least familiar to them. Being out in the desert was new and scary.
They wanted to go back to Egypt.
What do you think would have happened if they went back? Would they had been welcomed back like they had just gone on vacation? Doubtful. They would have gone right back where they were--worse even.
Can you even imagine what the walk back would have been like? They would have to pass all those cities or landmarks they had passed on their way out. When they passed them the first time they were a marker of how far they had come and how close they were to their promise.
I imagine them passing a highway sign that says, "Land of Milk and Honey: 100 miles." Then "Land of Milk and Honey: 50 miles."
But on the way back they would read "Egypt: 100 miles," and "Egypt: 50 miles."
"Welcome to Egypt."
Imagine getting halfway up Mt. Everest amd then thinking, "Meh. This is too hard." Each marker that was once a shining reminder of how close you were to your goal is now a slap in the face.
The thing about the Israelites is that they didn't turn back; they just took the long way there.
Sometimes reaching an intended destination just takes longer than you expect. Eleven days becomes 40 years. Five years and four months will become six very soon.
Thankfully I'm not all the way back to Egypt yet.
There's still time to get back on the right path
Mmmm...milk and honey.