I lost the excitement of my promise. Things were no longer looking like I thought my promise should. I had my own idea of exactly how and what my promise should be on the journey to it and how it should be once I got there. Once things started feeling like what I thought was falling apart, I got frustrated. I began to question if I even wanted it anymore. Like the Israelites, I began to think on my old life, the life that God delivered me from, and for a moment I wondered if it was truly as bad as I thought it was. I began to complain and took my eyes off the possibilities of my future and mourned a past that I was destined to be delivered from. It wasn’t until I was reminded that “Life in Egypt was not cool.” I had forgotten the bitterness of bondage because I no longer had to taste it. Ever tried something and forgotten you tried it, only to try it again and painfully be reminded just how nasty it was? I’m grateful I could be reminded without physically having to taste the bitterness again. When I caught on to what I was doing, I panicked. I didn’t want to miss out on my promise, no matter how frustrating the journey was becoming. It is far better to be frustrated for a season than to taste the bitterness of bondage forever.