THE MESSENGER
Today's reading:  Exodus 13-16

"Yet I will harden the hearts of the Egyptians, and they will follow the Israelites in the sea.  Then I will receive great glory at the expense of Pharoah and his armies, chariots and charioteers.  When I am finished with Pharoah and his army, all of Egypt will know that I am the Lord!"  Exodus 14:17-18 NLT

"The waters covered all the chariots and charioteers--the entire army of Pharoah.  Of all the Egyptians who had chased the Israelites into the sea, not a single one survived."  Exodus 14:28 NLT

How my mind works (or doesn't at times) amazes me.

Like with the account of Moses, the Israelites and the showdown at the Red Sea.

Who went back to Egypt to tell Pharoah that he could pick up all his iron-wheeled chariots, water-logged horses and drowned soldiers--at the bottom of the Red Sea?

All the 'chasers' had been covered up by the waters of the Red Sea.

All the Hebrew children headed off in the direction of the Promised Land. 

Were there the lag-behind, following-on-the-footsteps of a story, reporters?

I'm thinking this morning about being the eye witness bowing low before Pharoah and giving an account of the day's events.  I'm pondering the messenger chosen, by God, to deliver the news to this seemingly mighty leader.

I'm imagining Pharoah's face.

I'm seeing his war generals (what were left of them) scratch their heads and slink back out of the picture as the story unfolds.

I'm seeing the servants in the palace.  The ones who are overhearing the miraculous tale of happenings.  The ones who were almost won over to the side of God by the Hebrew friends they'd made.

And, I'm seeing me.  I'm imagining the battles I'll witness and the stories I'll be allowed to tell.  Stories of God's greatness and satan's defeat.  Happenings that ONLY God could have allowed.  Moments of time that point to Him being the controlling force of this world, my world, my life.