Published at Family Christian.
I’m blow-drying my hair, venting to Jesus (again) about the hurt that’s been haunting my heart for years when I say, “God, I can’t do this anymore.” Even though I’ve laid it down at Jesus’ feet probably 185 times this year alone, and even though He has cradled me with His verses and peace, new pain pricks open this wound that hasn’t yet healed. I tell Jesus, “I know and believe in your hope, but right now, this feels hopeless.”
Maybe I’m asking for the wrong solution. Maybe I’m striving too much and trusting too little. I know I need to move forward, but I feel stuck.
As I click off my hairdryer, God reminds me that sometimes He removes what’s hard, and sometimes we have to go through the hard-to-find freedom. And then I see this picture of the Israelites standing at the edge of the Red Sea.
You know the story. Pharaoh’s army was closing in behind Moses and the Israelites while they stared at the Red Sea flowing in front of them. Much like me during my hairdryer rant, they were stuck. They’d fled the Egyptians, and now that divinely orchestrated escape was going to end like this? Let’s look at the conversation Moses had with God.
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