These words have been reverberating in my subconscious for a week now.

I keep asking myself. Lord, what is this sea that you have parted for me? What is it that you are walking me through? I feel blind, just following the small leading I have in this season. I don’t see. I don’t understand. I’m just staying my course.

Clearly, I am walking through something. When I sing this song…my soul quivers in sadness and grief. I feel it in my eyes. I feel the tightness in my chest. But I don’t know what it is.

When the Israelites were leaving Egypt and God demonstrated His power in such undeniably magnificent ways, there was a purpose in all of those miracles.

The showy miracles have been dormant. No physical healings. No prophetic ministry. No deliverances. More so, it’s been the unseen miracles that have been at work. They have looked more like the significant but slow work of sanctification and development of character, discipline, resilience. He’s been removing bitterness, betrayal, dependence upon the praise of man. There have been no fireworks. Just the steady gains of plowing through suffering, healing, searching and finding Him in the quiet steadiness of his faithful Word. He has never left my side, but at the same time…a part of me has had to turn off in order to get through this time. I know it’s good. I feel it is good.

I think this season of rewiring, of walking through the sea that He has parted for me…I’m still in it so I don’t have perspective. I just know I’m walking it with Him. and that’s got to be good enough. I haven’t walked through all of it yet. But that’s okay. He finishes what he starts.

He is enough. I don’t need understanding. I don’t need to see. I just need to feel His hand holding and tugging me forward. I am not alone. The one I trust is here and I can lean on Him.

“His rod and His staff they comfort me.”