I have very few memories of my childhood days. In fact at times when my older sister would share one of our childhood episodes I would always have to ask, are you sure I was there because I don’t remember such things.

Ever been there? Most memories I could recall always had fear attached to it. As I got older those fears held me as a prisoner that held with it, a wall of despair, hopelessness, insecurity, inability to trust and unbelief. the list goes on but hopefully you see where I am going with this.

This morning I was reading from the book of Exodus about the parting of the Red Sea. It got me to thinking about certain incidents in my own life where God parted the seas for me.

In Exodus we read where Pharaoh

had refused to let the Israelites go but after some convincing God using Moses Pharaoh agreed. As you continue to read on you will see that Pharoah changed his mind and began chasing after the people. (Is this not what the fears of past life tries to do with us?)

Moses who pushed to remind the Israelites of God’s promises was up against a wall. A wall of fear. All the people could see were the 600 chariots of men (vs 7) coming after them. I can only imagine the fears they were experiencing. They were in a new land, no longer a slave, no longer ordered on a day to day basis, they were free but yet they could not accept it.

But, as God promised to deliver them, when they arrived at the Red Sea something amazing happened in vs 21, Moses stretched out his hand over the sea and the Lord caused the sea to go back by a strong east wind all that night and made the sea dry land and the waters divided. The story goes on about the people crossing over and the chariots being covered.

(I encourage you to read it)

What I envision is God worked endlessly on behalf of the people to deliver them like He had promised. Even in the darkest hours when the Israelites could not see or hear God, because the truth was they were really looking to Moses as being the answer because they were still in the mindset of bondage but in it God was moving in the midst of their darkness.

Early on in my Christian walk I had a hard time believing God was real. I thought because I couldn’t see or feel Him, then He must not be real, but I have learned He is always at work around me even when I cant see the miraculous parting of the sea. He always finds ways to remind me He has never left me nor forsaken me.

The darkness can be scary at times, no matter if it is something physically going on around us or if its the darkness of our fears, we have two opportunities of how we can respond. 1) we can turn to self medicating behaviors such as turning to drugs or alcohol, anyway to escape the pain, we can close ourselves off to open arms and become secluded or we can continue to voice our fears and live in the past never crossing over to the other side of the sea or 2) we can turn to God, pray, open the word, and learn to trust His promises. God has always been here for us. He is always working on our behalf, even in our darkest times when we can’t see or feel Him.