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On Dry Ground

       "Moses answered the people, 'Do not be afraid.  Stand firm and you will see the deliverance the Lord will bring you today.  The Egyptians you see today you will never see again.  The Lord will fight for you; you need only be still.'"
       "The the Lord said to Moses, 'Why are you crying out to me?  Tell the Israelites to move on.  Raise your staff and stretch out your hand over the sea to divide the water so that the Israelites can go through the sea on dry ground.'"
--Exodus 14:13-15


I'm reading what I wrote before leaving on my "book adventure" last year.   I am almost embarrassed about my lack of emotional control a year ago.  It's not like I've been the perfect stoic now (and I hardly think stoicism is something to be exalted either) but I think one part of this journey is learning to take emotions under Christ's control.

I cried at work on Friday while making lattes.  I grieved the loss of time spent with friends and one in particular before she gets married.  I cried before I left for a "book club" meeting.  This is starting to sound like I'm not really doing as well as I would like.  I didn't even cry last year before I left.  The biggest difference between last year and now is that God has been teaching me to fight from the authority given to me in Christ (Luke 10:19).  I'm going out to fight this summer but according to God's word, I need only be still.

What?  You mean, just stand there?

No, I don't think so.  I wish I could.  However in Exodus before the Israelites went ahead through the Red Sea Moses encouraged them, but then God told them to continue to move.  That is what I will do, but ever trusting that He will fight for me.  God fights the battle for them all throughout scripture.  It never says, "well...you will have to fight this one, but I'll help..."  God does it.  (See also Deuteronomy 1:30 or 3:22)  Amen!

I'd love to address those that perhaps don't understand why I'm doing this.  I don't really know either, I just know that I can feel the Father's quiet and sweet voice saying, "I'm proud of you".  That alone will make my joy complete.






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