If I’m honest, the things that I find myself judging other people about are the very things that I dislike in myself.
Here’s some people I judge: the Israelites. Hello whiny babies, you had food literally dropped from heaven, your clothes never wore out, and yet you took every opportunity to complain, try to worship idols, and the list goes on and on.
But I’m just like them. I’m a whiny baby. I complain about my “tough” middle class American life, I try to find comfort in every thing imaginable before I find comfort in God.
Today, I relate to them even more. That time when they were being chased by Pharoah’s army, and they are smack against the shore of the Red Sea. The Red Sea is roughly the size of New York State. Um. It’s looking pretty grim here Moses. And then the Red Sea parts and they walk across on dry land. And they make it safely to the other side while the Sea crashes on Pharaoh’s army.
Our family is facing our own Red Sea Road. On April 22nd our lives shifted into a new season. Our precious Charlie has stage 3 cancer. Rhabdomyosarcoma. A tumor in his abdomen that will require 40 weeks of chemo treatment. 40. The significance of that number is not lost on me.
There’s no going back to before the diagnosis. And what’s in front of us is scary and unknown. I have a lot of fears and doubts. There are thoughts that I dare not say out loud because I can hardly bear to think them, let alone speak them.
But God. Here in the dark, hard season… He is here. He is our strength, our comfort, our song. He gives grace and mercy and strength for each day. We are clinging to Him and His word as we face our Red Sea Road.