Deja Vu

Well it’s deja vu all over again. I gotta take another lap until I learn my lesson. I’ve already been too long on this mountain. It’s time to grow up, time to move on, time to pay attention.

I wake up in the morning and start to complain. It’s looking like my breakfast will be oatmeal again. I murmur and I grumble through my day at work. This job’s a pain. It’s so mundane. My boss is a jerk. Then I remember Israel and say, “Thousands fell dead in one day because they wouldn’t thank God for His goodness, so they wandered and died out in the wilderness.”

Each decision I make, I second-guess. And then I wonder why my life is such a mess. I end up running in circles all day long. I don’t get anywhere, this isn’t fair. Where did I go wrong? Then I remember Israel and think, “They lived with disaster always on the brink because they wouldn’t obey God due to doubt and fear. So they camped out in the desert year after year.”

I don’t want to waste the life You’ve given me taking 40 years for an 11-day journey. Spending all my time in tents pitched in the sand, and never arriving in the promised land.

And it’s deja vu all over again. I gotta take another lap until I learn my lesson. I’ve already been too long on this mountain. It’s time to grow up, time to move on, time to pay attention. Take another lap around Mt. Sinai ‘til you’ve learned your lesson.