I wonder what if felt like to be standing on the bank of the Red Sea, as the Egyptians were closing in.  I imagine the moments just before the miracle when the Red Sea was divided were the most intense moments the people of Israel had ever experienced in their life.  Fear?  Doubt?  Panic?  Tears?  I’m sure all of that and so much more.

I wonder what it was like to be standing in the middle of flames of fire, experiencing your death sentence because you wouldn’t worship an idol.  I wonder when it hit them that they were experiencing a miracle?  When did they realize they were in fire but they weren’t burning?  The three Hebrew brothers had undeniable faith in God, but still I wonder what went through their mind as they landed in the furnace just before the miracle?

What about Daniel?  Can you imagine the terror, waiting and wondering when the first hungry cat would “dig in” to the human rump roast?  What was it like for him in the moments, maybe even hours before he realized he was experiencing a miracle?

I have to tell you that I feel like I’m standing on the banks of the Red Sea with Moses today.  Feel kind of like I’m in the firey furnace waiting for the excruciating pain of the fire to begin licking away at me, or like I can feel the breathe of the lions on my neck, I can hear them growling, licking their chops.  I feel like I’m in the moments just before my miracle, wanting to believe more than anything that a true miracle is coming; not just a treatment of the side effects, but a true and permanent healing.

The hardest part in these final moments before the miracle is keeping faith.  I guess that’s what I’m wondering.  Did those guys have trouble holding on to their faith just before the miracle?

I asked for some miracle stories yesterday, and for the one story, and the one reality check comment, that I got, I’ll say thanks.  But I have to believe there are more miracle stories out there, I’m listening. . . .