frosty reflections

I wake to a blanket of white crystals. I marvel at the beauty of it, shimmering in the sun’s first light.  

I’m reminded of long ago when the Israelites woke to something that resembled this… “thin flakes like frost”. Manna. The bread of angels.

 I wonder…did it to sparkle in the morning light? 

I can almost see the women bent low on hands and knees gathering flakes for the new day.

He still sends His Manna and He still sends it early. To gather it we must bow low.

“…I will rain down bread from heaven for you. The people are to go out each day and gather enough for that day. In this way I will test them and see whether they will follow my instructions…”
“When the dew was gone, thin flakes like frost on the ground appeared on the desert floor.”


“This is what the LORD has commanded: 'Each one is to gather as much as he needs. Take an omer for each person you have in your tent. The Israelites did as they were told; some gathered much, some little. And when they measured it by the omer, he who gathered much did not have too much, and he who gathered little did not have too little. Each one gathered as much as he needed.”

It could have grown on trees where it would have been effortlessly picked…easier on backs and knees.

It could have come in bigger chucks, quicker to gather. 

You’d think God would have thought of this.

 But of course He did.