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instead of proving to the world how right I was by validating all my efforts with success, He began to reveal the ugly pride that was behind my motives, humbling me at every turn. It was an unexpected, humiliating blow, and it hurt like fire because it seemed to justify all the internal accusing voices God was supposed to be saving me from. At the very time I’d thought to finally achieve some level of adequacy, I’d been stripped instead of my hope and put down on the level of the weak people I’d always despised. This was most certainly not the plan, and inside I burned with anger and betrayal that I’d been made to believe in a hope, a future that apparently didn’t exist for me. I felt there was no hope of ever being ALL MOSES COULD DO WAS ARGUE, “I AM NOTHING. CAN’T YOU SEE HOW INADEQUATE I AM?” great; I’d missed my chance. And while I tried to accept what God was showing me and move forward in life, all I could see ahead of me was a life full of the pain of disappointment. Even if there was hope for new dreams to be born, I didn’t want a new dream--my heart still screamed in agony for the old dream. And so, every day, I died a little bit more inside until I wondered if I’d ever have the capacity to feel alive and passionate again. It’s kind of neat when what God’s doing in your life mirrors something you see in Scripture. I’m not sure I would have discovered this parallel on my own, but when I saw the story of Moses played out vividly on a stage, something deep inside me connected to it. I found myself sitting there in the audience with tears streaming down my face because, suddenly, everything made sense. Moses was a man who grew up believing he had a high call on his life. Perhaps he knew this from things his mother had taught him when he was young, or from seeing the way God had miraculously orchestrated his circumstances to set him up as Israel’s deliverer. In any case, all the tools were there: Position, power, and opportunity. It was obvious he was the man for the job, and no doubt he was waiting for the day when God would use him to accomplish that great work of leading God’s people FREE! When Moses stepped out to try to act on that tender belief though, he failed—miserably—and in one swift motion made himself despised in the eyes of the Israelites, the Egyptians, and most certainly himself. Moses had blown it. And, call me crazy, but I think I can identify with the pain in Moses heart as he fled to the wilderness to hide from his humiliation and let 20