Thinking about Moses this morning. He had it made. He was heir to the throne. Then it all came down; he fled for his life. Ended up herding sheep, something no self respecting Egyptian would be caught dead doing. He went from receiving bows to baa's.
Did he sometimes wonder why he had fought so hard for life? In the wilderness, he was just existing. Nothing to look forward to, seemingly no purpose.
But when he came to the "Mountain of God" his life changed. A change he had not sought or expected. In taking time to see the unexplained, he put himself in God's presence, and God met him there.
Moses never regained his status, never was the next Pharaoh that he had been groomed to become. His life continued to be one of humility, deprivation, and rejection. But millions down through the ages owe their lives to him. Many millions more have drawn strength and inspiration from his life story.
Because he put himself in God's presence. God was there always, but He did not call until Moses was willing to step aside to meet Him.
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