They had hit the wall. The oppression had become too much. The Egyptian taskmasters had become ruthless and their demands were beyond any manner of reason. Their burden had become too great. Life for the Israelites in Egypt had become overwhelmingly “bitter with hard service, in mortar and brick, and in all kinds of work in the field” (Exodus 1:14). And so, “the people of Israel groaned because of their slavery and cried out for help” (Exodus 2:23).
Never been there . . . but can relate. I can’t relate to the hard labor . . . nor to the loss of freedom . . . nor to the despair of forced submission to a ruthless taskmaster. But I can relate to being in a life state that is so hard, that all that’s left is groaning and crying out for help. I can relate to hitting the wall . . . of trying to do my best . . . with all my might and strength . . . and still coming up short . . . way short . . . as in, helpless-to-help-myself-or-anybody-else short. And it’s at that point, and during those sorts of tough times, that there is comfort and hope in something I read this morning. And He knew . . .
And God heard their groaning, and God remembered His covenant with Abraham, with Isaac, and with Jacob. God saw the people of Israel–and God knew.
(Exodus 2:24-25 ESV)
Noodle on that. God heard . . . God remembered . . . God saw . . . and God knew.
He heard their cries. The Majesty enthroned in heaven has ears to the ground for His people on earth. He is not a God who can’t hear our whispers amidst frailty and failures. Not deaf to those times when we just simply run out of gas. Doesn’t ignore “911 prayer.” Hasn’t tuned out the long, pleading petition. He is a God who hears.
What’s more, hearing their cry, He looks upon His people. He sees their situation. Knowing their frame, He is moved with compassion as He takes in their struggle.
And He remembers. He remembers His promise. He knows the call He has put on their lives when He claimed them for His own and drew them to Himself.
So, in hearing, and seeing, and remembering, He knows. He acknowledges their situation. He takes notice of their plight. He recognizes when it is time to act.
And because He hears, and sees, and remembers, and knows, I can trust . . . I can rest . . . I can wait until He brings His deliverance.
He has rescued me from the bondage of sin and death. He has allowed me exodus through the blood of Jesus applied to “my house.” He has set before me a promised land. He has purposed to conform me to the image of His Son. And He has promised to finish the work which He has begun (Php. 1:6). And so, when, not if but when, I hit the wall, I can cry out with confidence. Confidence that He hears, He sees, He remembers, and He knows.
And confident that His grace will be sufficient.