The feeling of tension at the point where levels are changed is palpable.
The gates of hell are all out to make sure I don't cross over the promised land.
Temptations to turn back to Egypt are thrown my way everyday.
The people around me keep chanting how impossible it is.
But the red sea and Jordan can be parted, whether by rod or by feet they will part.
Pressure is crowding and my heart feels heavy, but I will walk by faith and not by my feelings.
I may be full of inadequacies but Jordan cannot be parted by inadequacies, only by the Spirit.
So despite the urge to give up, I will press on for the higher calling of Christ.
Even though I am forsaken by all I never alone because me and my Father are one.
So let the red sea and Jordan be parted, let the mountains skip like rams and the hills like little rams, let the giants cower in fear at the presence of God almighty.
