Misery

One of the saddest, most sobering lessons to be learned from the generation that died in the wilderness was their total distrust of God's love for them. They had been redeemed by the Passover Lamb, rescued from slavery--yet, they never fully believed that He loved them and would meet their every need. Thus, as children of God, they lived a miserable life of murmurings, failures, disobedience, and strife. God still met their every need! Even to the shoes on their feet never wearing out! But they never fully understood how much He loved them. May God grant me the grace "to be rooted and grounded" in His love, to fully comprehend "the breadth and length and height and depth" of His love, to "know the love of Christ that surpasses knowledge" that I may be "filled up to all the fullness of God." Could there be anything more tragic then to be a child of God, redeemed and set free by Him, and still live a miserable life of unbelief--a life doubting that great love? Ahh, to never know the best He has in store for us. . . How could my circumstances in any way cast doubt on His love for me when He willingly died on the cross for my sins?