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Take another step

Exodus 14:22

And the children of Israel went into the midst of the sea upon the dry ground: and the waters were a wall unto them on their right hand, and on their left.

God opened up the sea for the Israelites to walk through. Yet every step they took, they had to believe that the sea would not come crashing down. I am sure they could hear the Egyptians coming close behind them, and with every step they had to walk in faith. They had to trust that God was not going to have the sea destroy them. They had to trust that God was not going to kill them. I don’t know how long that journey was. I don’t know how many minutes it took them to get to the other side, but every step was a step of faith. They had seen the miraculous that occurred when God delivered them from the Egyptians, but every step they still had to believe.  Peter also found himself in that position when he stepped out of the boat and walked towards Jesus. With every step Peter had to believe, that God was not going to let him fall. Yet the Bible tells us that when Peter saw the wind, he became afraid and he began to sink.

In our own life, we also have to believe that God will not let us sink. When we are in a situation it is so easy for us to look at the situation and forget the things God has done for us in the past. It is so easy for us to “see the wind” and get afraid. Yet God has parted the Red Sea for us. He has opened the waters and He has called us to walk. Every step we have to believe that God is  not going to allow the water to come crashing down on us. We have to walk in faith. It doesn’t matter how long it takes us to get to the other side, we need to continue walking.

In order to do so, we need to keep our eyes on Jesus. We need to look at him and drown out the high wall of water that is on either side of us. We need to drown out the sound of the Egyptians coming behind us. We need to drown out the sound of the wind and keep our eyes on God. We need to keep on walking and keep on believing that God is going to get us to the other side.

I find myself in a situation like that right now. On January 10th the doctor told Mel that “Surprisingly the mass was gone.” Nurse after nurse and medical professional after medical professional came in the hospital room and told us that “steroids alone can’t explain a mass disappearing.” God had parted the Red Sea for us. He had opened up the waters and He was calling us to walk through them. When the doctor told us she wanted to start chemotherapy, God was whispering “Take another step.” When  the doctor told us that science tells her the mass will return, God was whispering “Take another step.” And that is what we have been doing. And now that he has had a follow-up appointment with an oncologist who ordered another CT scan as a monitoring step, God is whispering “Take another step.” He is telling us “That wall of water will not come crashing down. The Egyptians behind you will not overtake you. The wind and the waves will not destroy you.” And so we have to take another step. God has us walking one sentence at a time in this book He is writing on our lives, but we will take another step.

May I encourage you whatever situation you find yourself in, please take another step. Don’t look at the wall of water that is on each side of you, look at Jesus. You will see that His hand is extended. You will see that His love is ever-present. You will see that His strength and His comfort is there.

Take another step.


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