What's left to complain about?

I've been reading a book recently that deals with the first five books of the Bible. With that, and my recent purchase of the audio Bible to listen to in my car, I've been fascinated with the stories of Israel's history and the Exodus. It's interesting to me to see patterns that are set up between God, the Israelites, and Moses.

Pretty much the story goes like this. People complain. God fixes. They complain. God gets mad. Moses intervenes. Later, rinse, repeat.

We don't like being slaves. Moses, go help them. We aren't slaves anymore (woohoo). Where are we gonna go?

We don't have food. Moses, go tell them I'll provide. Manna (woohoo). When do we get meat again?

We really want meet. God=I'm getting tired of you people. Moses=let them be, I'll pull them forward. Fine, here is more quail than they know what to do with. We don't trust our leaders.

We want to see God so lets make an idol. God=I want to kill them. Moses=let them be, I'll pull them forward. Fine, but I'm gonna kill 15,000 of them to send a message. God is cool, we'll follow him.

It's a pattern of so many of our lives. God provides, we are ecstatic. We love, we grow, we get bored, we complain. God provides.

It's amazing how fickle we can be. God has been so faithful, and we find reason to ignore His provisions, or his truths or his laws and chose our own way.

I'm no longer shocked at why God killed us to start over with Noah, and why he wanted to do the same with Moses, and likely has wanted to do the same since then. Thank God for his covenants to us.