When the Sea Opens, Walk. A reflection on faith, fear, and trusting God with the next step.
At 3:00 this morning, I woke up with my mind already running. The move. My cats. Money. Finding a place to live. Leaving what I know. Starting over. There are only a few days left, and suddenly everything that felt like faith yesterday can feel like a thousand questions today. And yet, underneath all those questions, there is something I cannot ignore: Peace. Not because I have every answer. Not because I know exactly how everything will work out. But because I believe God opened this door. And when God opens a door, sometimes He doesn’t give us the entire map. He simply asks us to walk. The Sea Is Open This morning, I kept thinking about the Red Sea. When Israel stood before it, they didn’t have a five-year plan. They didn’t know how they were going to get across. Behind them was everything they were leaving. In front of them was something impossible. But God made a way where there was no way. And I felt the Lord reminding me: The sea is open. But it is dark. And maybe th...
