Exodus

In a time and place of repeated failure, I turn to You, Lord.  I place my desire to be with You ahead of my habit of not being able to make "no" last. He may have imposed that pattern in me against my will, long decades ago, but I long since accepted it as part of me. You've now set me free from the spirit of slavery; let me not, in the desert of my fear, look to return to my bondage, as Your people did in their Exodus. Help me through this desert. I will trust You to make a way for me through the sea. I will eat Your manna and quail without grumbling. I will trust You to draw water from the Rock. And I believe that You will lead me to the land of milk and honey, into which I will trust You to deliver me.