It was just another morning. I opened my Bible routinely and flipped to the portion I was to read that morning. I was in the book of Exodus and was in the middle of God striking the Egyptians with what seemed to be a million plagues. And Pharaoh still didn’t get it. I had come to chapter 14. Finally, the plot was changing, and things were happening. The Lord was finally going to do something different. Finally. Fast forward 21 verses, and there begins the action. The waters were divided, the Israelites walked through, and the Egyptians were utterly destroyed. FINALLY!
And at the end of the chapter, my first thought: “Dear God, please part my Red Sea.”
Then I sat there. Still. Quiet.
There were no visions or sound of God’s voice. So, I read it all again.
Then I sat there again. Still. Quiet.
But this time, tears streamed down my cheeks. Still no visions or sound of God’s voice, but my head slowly lowered. And before I knew it, my face was being held up by my palms as I weeped over my own ugly, twisted, selfish heart. I was humbled. And I’m sure the Lord was saying, “Finally.”
Then the lessons came pouring in.
This was all for God’s glory. Sure, it makes no sense why the Lord, Himself, would harden Pharaoh’s heart. But actually, it does, and even if it didn’t…He’s God. The Lord explains exactly why He did what He did. He wanted them all to know that HE was THE Lord. [Exodus 6:6-7, Exodus 7:3-5]
The Israelites were near-sighted, but the Lord saw it all. They complained. And they couldn’t see past what they could see. They would’ve rather had another ruler; someone better than a God who was always showing up “late” and who only wanted to harm them (or so they thought). [Exodus 14:10-12]
The very waters that stood as walls to deliver the Israelites were the waters that swallowed the enemy. [Exodus 14:21-31] Mind. Blown. I needed to be humbled to get this. I always need to be humbled. I had to forget about myself and see things from His perspective. The point of reading through this account wasn’t to figure out how my life fits in with what happened then. I’m not the Israelites. I’m not the Egyptians. I’m not Moses. I’m not Pharaoh. And I most definitely am not God. So that leaves us with one more main character – the Red Sea. The waters that were parted stood as walls to create a path for the people who needed deliverance. The same waters also consumed the enemy. Uh hello, Priyanka, you have been delivered. You were given a dry path to walk through. Jesus is your Red Sea. He is your Savior who saved you while simultaneously conquering the enemy. He humbled Himself to save you. He submitted Himself to the will of His Father. Because that’s what a marvelous, wonderful God does.
Dear God, please forget that other prayer I just prayed; don’t part whatever I think is my Red Sea. Dear God, please, may I be the Sea, like You were for me? May I be the very instrument You use to deliver precious souls and to trump the enemy? May I be poured out entirely for Your glory alone.