This morning, while reading through Exodus, I started to visualize what the Israelites' departure from Egypt must have looked like and what they might have been feeling. Excitement? Whispers of what may be around the corner? Anxiousness? Joy? Fear? Maybe everything rolled into one. Then, they come to the Red Sea with the Egyptians hot on their trail. And the Israelites proceed to wail and moan and complain...as if God would lead them so far only to wipe them out.
Tap tap tap
Moses struck the Red Sea with his staff, and swoosh went the Sea, forming walls for the Israelites to walk between. They walked through the Sea. I imagined fish swimming to the edge of the "walls" that were protecting the people from drowning, and had to laugh. But, as promised, the Israelites arrived safely on the other side.
In walked the Egyptians, and swoosh went the Red Sea, taking them all out, every last one of them.
There are moments in my life that I want to scream, "Why?!?! What's going on? How can this be? I thought God would take care of me!" And then, I remember. I remember every moment of my life, a promise fulfilled. A promise to help me grow, mature, and love. A promise that says no matter what, God will bring forth beauty, even when I only see a heap of ashes. He may ask me to walk through suspended seas, to trust for needs to be met day by day, nothing more than I need, nothing less, and he may have me walk in what I see as circles. But never, never will He fail me, and His purposes will always be achieved.