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Quit Your Crying and Get Going!

“But wait LORD! We can’t get going. Don't you see it? There is a big sea in front of us!”

The COI (Children of Israel) had a point. There WAS a big bad old sea blocking any further forward progress. Why would God make the preposterous demand that they advance? Why would he be so unreasonable? Was he blind?

How often do I face such “impossible” situations? Why is God so insensitive, so  insistent, so blind to my trouble? Why?

If you and I had been in the COI’s sandals, hedged in on one side by the Egyptian army and on the other by the Red Sea, we would have been different, wouldn't we? Of course not. We’d have been right there in the middle of the mass, grumbling and complaining and whining.

“Moses! All of this is YOUR fault! You got us into this mess! What are you some kind of weirdo?” Even though that Moses had become great in the eyes of the Egyptians he hadn't made much of a dent in the popularity charts for the COI.

I would have loved to see the look on their faces as he raised his rod and the sea began to part! I am almost certain that they would have looked like I look when God performs a miracle in my life. I stand there in wonder, shaking my head with my mouth agape and a, “I can't believe it!” look on my puss.

I trust a miracle working God. He is not my genie, nor puppet, nor slave. He is, however, my miracle capable Father. How can I not trust him? I don't know but I often don't and suffer the consequences.

The people who doubted here on the Red Sea’s beach would all die in the desert. Help me Father to trust you no matter how bleak my future looks. I want to enjoy each miracle you show me! And I want those around me to take note of them too! Help me not to grumble and look at the hopelessness of my situation. Help me to see your powerful hand. And help me to do what Moses did; I know that he kept this really cool notebook about all of the things you did. Amen.

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