I will soon be ministering in a few countries in South Africa. (Yes there are landlocked countries within this beautiful country.) All the details that have come together over the past 2 years are nothing short of a miracle. It’s a Red Sea experience that I have gotten to watch unfold. I’m honest to say the presence of this miracle has not meant absence of hard word, emotional battles/stress and even skin cancer. I can’t help but to think about the miracle that unfolded when God parted the Red Sea. The Israelites still needed to do the work to get across it. In the middle of the night the former slaves walked tired and overwhelmed with a mix of emotions between two walls of water. The hike couldn’t have been a cake walk especially with crying babies and stubborn animals but I find comfort thinking of these Israelites. They witnessed the miracle and at the same time exhausted with literal walking out of it. In 4 weeks I leave for SZ and there is still a lot of ground to cover and while I know I will not arrive well rested and relaxed; I do expect the walls of water to hold while I continue to walk forward. Maybe the “parting” and “walking” are equal miracles and for this I am so blessed.