If it's possible to test God's patience to the limit, I did. He finally pried my hands from my ears so that I could hear Him speak about the hurt I was inflicting upon my husband and my daughter, and even myself. He told me enough was enough. He started weeding my heart.
My oft-chronicled journey toward peace & simplicity commenced. I learned to let go of things, except one. I was still hiding the key to R's chains in my pocket, clutching it until my knuckles were white. Every time he mentioned breaking free, I assured him we were where God wanted us.
Isn't that what the Israelites thought about Egypt?
I was standing my ground. Little did I know God was about to pull the rug out from under me.
(We'll finish up next time, I promise!)