Let me set the scene for you:  There is a bustle of excitement up ahead, behind, the galloping of horses and the shouts of soldiers.  All around you, a giant wall of water, seemingly ready to fall in on you at any minute.  Moses held up his staff and the Red Sea has freaking split in two.  In the Bible stories we've read as kids, the people of God just said, "Sweet!" and bee-bopped across the parted sea as if it were an everyday occurrence.  The Bible says in Exodus, "And the people of Israel went into the midst of the sea on dry ground, the waters being a wall to them on their right hand and on their left."  A wall?  Of water? How big of a wall are we talking, because I'm betting it's not just an 8 foot or 10 foot wall.  They just walked across, just like that?  Were they worrying about the water crashing down on them, because I can assure you if I was there, that's what would be going through my mind.  I can just picture my inner dialogue now.  

I'd first be looking around, calculating other route options, but realize quickly that I'd better go because the enemy was on my tail.  If I took much longer, I'd be captured and taken back...taken back as a slave.  Slavery was terrible, sure, but it was something familiar and something I understood.  Freedom sounded nice in theory, but it came with its' own set of problems.  So much uncertainty came with freedom.  At least with slavery, you knew what to expect.  You knew where you'd sleep.  You knew where your meals would come from.  With freedom, there was so much unknown.  Sure, I'd been taken care of miraculously, to this point, but how did I know that would continue to happen?  Sure, I'd seen God do miraculous works back in Egypt. Absolutely!  It did seem like He was on our side, but what if He changed His mind and I'm swallowed whole by the sea?  

But... what if I'm not?  What if I trust Him and I cross?  What an amazing story of deliverance I would have to share.  What if I believed that He had already delivered me from Pharaoh's army and will continue to keep me safe?  How would my life change if instead of worrying about the "what ifs," I believe the "what is" and the "I AM."  If I waited too long, I'd miss out on God's blessings and might fall into enemy hands due to my own hesitancy.  He was offering to rescue me, but I might wait too long.  Yes, I guarantee this is what would be going on in my head... and I wonder why I don't sleep.  

I feel like I am standing there at the giant wall of water, weighing my options.  Do I move forward into the unknown, where I've never been, where the waters are parted for me and He is waiting to take me on the adventure of a lifetime? Do I hesitate, weighing my options, seeing risks and possible dangers, thinking my slavery to fear wasn't so bad?  At least it was familiar. Just a reminder: it was that bad.  The anxiety ate you alive.  Your self doubt was crippling.  Worst of all, you had little eyes watching you, mimicking what you did.  You want more for them.  You want them to live boldly.  You would never want slavery for them, so don't choose it for yourself.  

Move forward. Take the next step.  One foot in front of the other.  You don't have to see the whole path laid out in front of you.  All you need to see is the next step. Trust The One who is guiding you!

"He won't let your foot slip, He who watches over you won't get tired." -Psalm 121:3