Have you ever felt as if you were standing at the edge of the Red Sea? Mounds of water ahead of you, mountains surrounding you, and an army at your tail?
That’s how I’ve felt lately. Wet toes.
My heart is weak.
My faith is small.
I haven’t written for a while because I almost drowned in that hypothetical sea. I’ve spent the last four months calling out to God, mostly on my knees. Sometimes several times a day. The weakest I can remember in my life. Desperate for God.
Guess what. I didn’t drown. Not because I held on but because He held on.
He’s like that. Powerful. All-knowing. Full of grace and truth. Generous with it too.
I won’t bore you with the details because they aren’t important. At least for this blog. What’s important is that God is great.
He answered each time I called out either through scripture, music, a text, a person, and especially prayer. Even people who don’t believe ministered to me during this time. If you were one of those people, thanks.
I’m so thankful. And so humbled.
It occurs to me that you may be standing at the edge of your proverbial sea. And you can’t see a way through. Call out to Him. His Word says you don’t have because you don’t ask.
Sometimes we don’t ask because we think we can handle it.
Maybe you’re there. You’re standing at the Red Sea with a teaspoon, shoveling away. And you’re pleased with yourself.
Jesus said in John 15:5, “without me you can do nothing.”
I guess that’s what I’ve learned.
And I just wanted to pass it on.