I think a lot about the miracle in the Bible where God parted the Red Sea. It has always been the one miracle that fascinated me since I was a little girl. I close my eyes and try to imagine what that day must have been like. Here the Israelites are, just delivered from captivity, with each step they took they were farther and farther away from a life of slavery. Then the moment comes. Pharaoh changes his mind and sends his men after them.
They turn behind them and see their enemies advancing. They look in front and see a sea before them.
I think of the helplessness they felt in that moment. The confusion. The fear. I think about what Moses must have felt like as he stepped up to the sea and simply asked for God to part it.
And part it He did.
But then the story becomes interesting. You would think that massive miracle would be the climax.
It was nothing less than impressive certainly, but it wasn't the end. After He parted the seas He still provided a fire to lead them. He provided manna to feed them. Water to quench their thirst.
Day by day, small miracles they needed and small miracles they received.
I know we like to think we wouldn't have been as the Israelites were. I know we like to think after we saw God part the Red Sea for us, believing for manna would be easy.
The simple truth is, sometimes it's not.
My "part the sea" moment with my daughter was definitely the moment she was taken off the vent and lived. That was the big miracle. That was God's full power on display. In fact that was my prayer many days: Lord, I need you to part the seas for us.
While that "part the sea" miracle will never be forgotten, we are now at a different phase of belief. Now is the time we are believing for the fire to lead us, for the manna to feed us, for the water to refresh us. It should be easy to believe it's coming.
Still some days I find myself feeling much like the Israelites did, asking the Lord to not bring me this far and leave me. Asking for Him to continue to do the miraculous. Asking Him not to abandon our family in this "desert" but deliver us to His promises.
It never feels like it happens fast enough. The results never feel like they come in the way I expected.
Every time I get frustrated I'm not where I want to be, I stop and remember where I came from.
I remember the tube down her throat and the machine breathing for her. I remember the pings and beeps of all the machines attached to her body. I remember when we didn't know if she would make it through the night. I remember the reports saying she wouldn't be able to do what she's already doing. I look at the pictures and I force myself to remember. To never forget.
It's when I look at the helplessness of the then, I see the power in the now.
He won't lead us through one miracle only to abandon us on the next. That's not who He is.
I see how far we've come. Yes, we have farther to go but we're not where we were. And we won't always be where we are. I won't ever stop believing for where we'll be.
The one leading us through the wilderness, is the same one who parted the seas.
It is the Lord who goes before you. He will be with you; He will not leave you or forsake you. Do not fear or be dismayed.