He who parted the waves is faithful

Imagine walking through the parted Red Sea, the ground beneath your feet still damp from the waters that just moments ago were raging in front of you, as if the whole earth had drawn a deep breath. To your left and right, walls of water tower, shimmering and alive with the power of this miracle. The air feels thick with awe and fear, every step an act of faith. Behind you, the thunderous approach of your enemies grows louder, urging you forward into the unknown. It’s terrifying, this moment—walking a path you've never seen, through an ocean that could come crashing down at any second. But somehow, your feet keep moving, and with each step you realize that some miracles aren’t meant to erase the fear but to make you walk straight through it. The miracle wasn’t just in the parting of the waters but in the courage it took to take that first step. You realize that faith is the bridge between the fear of what might happen and the trust that God is holding the waters at bay. Each step becomes a prayer, a heartbeat, a whisper of hope that He who split the sea will see you through to the other side. He will not grow weary of holding back the waters, and allow them to crush you halfway through. He who split the sea is faithful. He who split the sea is waiting on you to take that first step on dry ground 🤍