Everything seems to be going so well. People chasing me are far behind. The legs are holding up good. My breathing is under control, considering. No hills on the horizon. Got it made.
BAM!
What’s that?
THE RED SEA?
OH NO!
No place to go. I’m trapped, can’t go back, too far to swim across (wish I had taken “Water Walking 101”).
You guessed it, I was on my way out from the bondage of sin, being led by the Word of God, doing what I was supposed to and still ended up stuck on the shores of the Red Sea.
Does red have some significance? Never mind.
That trapped feeling is something I think many of us have in common.
Somehow, this shore shows up in my travels more often than I like to admit. Hmmm… Like the one I see now. I’ve been here before. Yes. The last time, I built my house just over the hill. God has been holding my enemies at bay (God is so patient). I became content to live on the shore of the sea that God wanted me to cross. The time has come once again for me to choose. Do I trust God or believe what I see as an impossible situation and let it remain impossible. There really is only one answer. http://www.blueletterbible.org/Bible.cfm?b=Exd&c=14&v=1&t=KJV#comm/15
Feeling trapped? You’re not the first. Choose wisely. The map is the same (some names were changed) and so are the directions.
Old story?
You think?
