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Yesterday's miracle = Today's strength

Psalm 78:22
"for they did not believe in God or trust in his deliverance."

The Israelites had just seen God open the Red Sea in front of them so they could walk across dry land.
Now they are in the desert and fear has created unbelief yet again.

It's easy to be aghast at the Israelites.
Yet we are so much like them sometimes--panicking when an unexpected bill arrives, quickly forgetting the many times God has provided.

How easily we fear and how suddenly we forget yesterday's miracles.
Look at me, fear yells, and forget the joy God gave you yesterday.

Graciously, in the very next verse, God miraculously provides for the Israelites again--highlighting His infinite mercy.
I'm so grateful for that infinite mercy. I can't even count the number of times His mercy has saved me once again.

So today I'm saying no, fear, I will not let you distract me from the promises I have already been given.
I don't like your game and I am not playing anymore.

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