I watched The Prince of Egypt tonight. I LOVE that movie. I seem to always learn something about God every time I watch it.
This time, there were two things. First, for some reason, seeing the lamb they had slain laying on the table as they brushed its blood over their doors, and then hearing Moses say that God would pass over those who had the blood on their door and the plague (death of the firstborn) would not enter. I know that's representative of Jesus, but for some reason it hit me again tonight just how amazing His sacrifice was. He was on the cross, slain, for us and me, so that God's wrath would pass over us.
The second thing was a part shown in the movie, and a part not. Once the Red Sea parted and they walked through and were saved from the Egyptians, they celebrated. And I thought, "Yeah, and soon you're going to be complaining and saying you wish you were back in Egypt." But then I realized...how often have I done that? I witness amazing things God does, see as He walks me through valleys, when I come out on the other side for a while, how long is it before I start doubting and complaining again? These people saw the plagues and the fire-tornado and a giant body of water part and yet afterwards they still doubted God. How feeble is our trust and faith, sometimes.