Your way was through the sea,
your path through the great waters;
yet your footprints were unseen.
God's way was through the Sea.
There is an old Jewish Midrash which says that when the Israelites came to the Red Sea they had first to wade deep -- first ankle, then waist, then nose deep -- into the Sea before the waters parted. They had to come to the place where the great waters were high and swift and another step meant drowning was absolutely certain without divine intervention. And they came to that place, and that step, and they took it.
Most things in life worth doing necessitate us coming to that place where the waters are up to our noses. We have to be so far in that just another step from us or drop from the sea will mean death. This is the moment of panic -- when we realize we're now in over our heads and want very much to turn back and not to have begun at all. It's only at this moment of panic -- at the very threshold of our drowning that the waters get parted.
God's way was through the Sea. It's still through the Sea. But we won't see God's footprints until we're beyond neck deep.
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