It's all up to You. The mountain before me is purposefully, specifically too big for me to move. I'm not even going to try. My hope, my only chance, my one plea is that You would set Yourself inside me and live. That You would fill me like a hand fills a glove, and that You would tell the mountain to move.
So I'm going to lay down here on the other side of the Red Sea, and just be quiet. The army gets closer and closer, and the mountain looks bigger and bigger day after day. But You are never late.
And the sound of clanging swords and horses' hooves will not stir my spirit.
And the clamoring of faithless voices will not steal my courage.
And the mountain will never look bigger than the Promise.
"I have made, and I will bear.
I will carry and will save."
Isaiah 46:4
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