Picture yourself at the edge of a great sea. Your enemies are quickly approaching from the rear. You know death awaits you. If you stay where you are, your enemies overtake you. If you go forward, the sea buries you.
Yet you know that God has called you to go forward. But how? There is no way.
That is what the Israelites must have thought when they were at the edge of the Red Sea with Pharaoh’s army hot on their tail.
And then Moses raised his staff.
And the seas parted.
And they walked across on dry land while the enemy army drowned beneath the waves.
We don’t all face a literal sea with actual human enemies hunting us down. But we all face huge obstacles that we see now way around.
Isaiah 43:2 says, “When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you; when you walk through fire you shall not be burned, and the flame shall not consume you.”
God can make a way when there seems to be no way. An oldie but goldie Don Moen song runs through my head every time I think of that phrase. He works in ways we cannot see. If you can overlook the 80’s vibe, these words will touch you. Moen also shares the story behind the song here.
When I’m facing something I just don’t know how to handle, I rest in the fact that God is who He says He is, and He can do what He says He can do (thanks, Beth Moore). And above all, He is good.
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Wow. Just. Wow. You’ve given me a lot to contemplate. For some reason, “way” just didn’t generate anything for me this week. I’m your FMF neighbor #30.
Thanks, Ruth. May God clearly show you today what you may not be seeing. Blessings! Thanks for stopping by.
In my own private Alamo of pancreatic cancer, I’ve come to realize that the Way is to go out in a blaze of glory, wisecracking about death and laughing off increasing pain and debility.
Drives people around me crazy, but heck, they can be all serious and stuff when I’m dead.
#2 at FMF this week.
https://blessed-are-the-pure-of-heart.blogspot.com/2018/07/your-dying-spouse-498-three-foot.html
Ah, Andrew. My mom died of pancreatic cancer. I’m so sorry that is your reality right now. Why not laugh when you’ll get to beat them all to the streets of glory? Blessings on you.