The Crossing...

For months I camp by the shores of the Red Sea.  Daily, I continued with routine while in constant prayer.  Most evenings, I will ponder on my plight in sorrow as I gazed at the waters.  In time, the Lord answered my desperate pleas.   To my surprise he spoke in an audible voice, with authority and strength as he gave his time frame.   

 Soon, I would be leaving the shore.  I would be crossing this sea.  As I pack my belongings, I grew eager for my heart’s desire. All this years of pleading will finally lead to me holding my heart’s desire.  There was excitement in my steps.  Joy in my heart as my lips repeated his praises.

As the days grew near, apprehension began to creep in.  I asked the Lord for clarity for I did not understand my misgivings.  He asked about my belongings.  What are you taking on the trip?  I opened my heart and share not only my physical possessions but my hopes and dreams.  He patiently began to review the list while giving his approval until we reached my heart’s desire.

We deliberately began to assess my desire.  Imagery came to mind and he analyze every occasion I had come close to fulfilling the desire of my heart.  The ramifications had been detrimental.  He had led me to the point where I could identify the harm in my desire.  There is a way that seems right to man but it leads to death. (Proverbs 14:12)  My desire was my entanglement, my slavery and my death. 

Comprehension set in and with it grief.  For I knew, that I would have to die.  (Galatians 2:20)  The Lord held me as I stood by the grave where I had buried my desire.  He comforted me as I grieve my loss.  He calmed me as I wailed for my sorrow.  When I was ready, He held my hand and we walked away from me. 

I gathered my belongings, stretch out my hand and place it on his, as we began our walk through the Red Sea.  I thank him and gave him praise for who He is.  For you see, only those who have been delivered, who are truly free are able to enter the promise land.  Copyright 08/30/2015