A wind went out from the Lord and drove quail in from the sea. He made them come down all around the camp. The provision is so abundant it becomes a problem. There's so much quail that people are literally buried in it. They're eating and eating, and death comes from excessive abundance. This is a story about appetite becoming destructive. We want something so badly that when we finally get it, we can't regulate our relationship to it. We gorge ourselves. We lose perspective. We make ourselves sick on the very thing we craved. I know people who've gotten exactly what they wanted: the job, the relationship, the house, the freedom. And then they discovered that unlimited access to what we crave doesn't satisfy us. It actually destroys us. Desire that drives us becomes desire that consumes us. The cure isn't simply restraint; it's remembering that God knows what we need better than we do. Maybe the wilderness bread, which was plain and consistent, was actually the better provision.
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