"When the people broke camp to cross the Jordan, the priests carried the ark of the covenant ahead of the people. Now the Jordan overflows its banks throughout the harvest season. But as soon as the priests carrying the ark reached the Jordan, their feet touched the water at its edge and the water flowing downstream stood still, rising up in a mass that extended as far as Adam, a city next to Zarethan. The water flowing downstream into the Sea of the Arabah (the Dead Sea) was completely cut off, and the people crossed opposite Jericho. The priests carrying the ark of the Lord’s covenant stood firmly on dry ground in the middle of the Jordan, while all Israel crossed on dry ground until the entire nation had finished crossing the Jordan" (Joshua 3:14-17, HCSB).
Last night in our devotions, my husband and I read about the Israelites crossing over the Jordan into the Promised Land. These people were a whole generation removed from those that left Egypt. They had not experienced the plagues upon Egypt or the parting of the Red Sea. I find it interesting that God once again performs a similar miracle here. He stops the waters, so that the people can cross on dry land. He creates a space for His people to move. It's as if He's reminding the He's in control, even as they enter a new land and a time of great battles. He provides. The Red Sea was a pictures of this. Daily manna in the desert was a picture of this, and now the parting of the Jordan is a reminder of this. What a sight that would have been, to see the water literally stopped. It surely would have been otherworldly. Yet, the people would soon forget this miracle, as they had in the past. Many of them would return to their wicked ways. They would chose to close their eyes to the miracles. But that wasn't from today's reading. Today just focused on the miracle itself. The parting of a river. The saving of a nation.
I have never had waters stopped for me. No huge miracle has ever played out. But, there are tiny miracles surrounding me each day. My health, my beautiful family, this safe place in which we life. Our protection from fires, tornados, and winter storms. They may not always be evident, but they're real just the same. Perhaps the seemingly smallest miracles are just as big. Who knows what things God has protected me from in my almost 30 years. There may be some big things that I'm completely un-aware up, as I find shelter under His wings (see Psalm 61:4). Life here on earth truly is a miracle, something I'm thankful for everyday.
What miracles, big or small, have you witnessed? How have they changed you for the better? How have you seen God at work in your life?