Crossing the Sea

I have adopted a new approach to this season. Actually, I suppose I have been living it; a slow, purposeful advance through the waters of illness, death, deceit and disappointment, but also grace, miracles and new and sustaining friendships.

I know I have commented that I feel like I am in the thick of things. My mom's memory compounded now by such a huge loss and so many regrets she has bottled up; Matt's realization of past poor choices and affirming a different direction; my dad's death; decisions to be made; and now several other compounding demands.

Yet through it all, I really haven't been on the offense, but rather walking slowly and softly through gentle waves that lap at my ankles, rather than tsunamis threatening to overcome me and carry me away.

That is why I appreciated so much today not one, but two friends remarking it was as if I was crossing the red sea and God was parting the waters for me. Well, I sure like that image a whole lot better than darting about avoiding flaming arrows!

And it is true. I have a strong, peaceful resolve to stand up for what is true and right. To love. To be patient (as much as I hate that word) to trust and also to forgive. But not step away from what is true and correct.

I had actually forgotten that Exodus 14:14 is a key verse for me. How could I do it? I love this verse!

"The Lord will fight for you; you need only to be still."

Still don't get it? Then maybe The Message translation hits home a bit better, it does for me!

"God will fight the battle for you. And you? You keep your mouths shut!"

So I am learning: Walk slowly, walk softly, say little, listen much, and pray. Be still. And leave the battle up to God.