There were no footprints in the sand. None as they looked at the impossible path before them. None evident as, by faith, they trekked amid walls of water around them. None as they looked back and saw only water where once there had been enemies behind them. No footprints. But abundant evidence of God’s presence.
I’m hovering over Psalm 77 this morning. Whatever the “day of trouble” the songwriter is experiencing, it has the psalmist crying aloud to God. Seeking Him earnestly. Stretching out his hands, he groans towards heaven. His soul refusing to be comforted until connection is made. Meditating on his only hope of rescue until his spirit faints.
But, it would seem, . . . crickets. Silence. No relief in sight. Nada.
And so his soul “made a diligent search.” In order to get through his current situation he would purpose to remember God’s past deliverance. As a means of enduring misery and weakness he would ponder again God’s mighty deeds and works.
Your way, O God, is holy.
What god is great like our God?
You are the God who works wonders;
You have made known Your might among the peoples.
You with Your arm redeemed Your people,
the children of Jacob and Joseph. Selah (Psalm 77:13-15 ESV)
In his day of present trouble, the songwriter recalls the day of past redemption. When the going got tough, the knowing got renewed. The God who had delivered from bondage, was the same God who could and would deliver from bad days. And this too, without footprints.
Your way was through the sea,
Your path through the great waters;
yet Your footprints were unseen.
You led Your people like a flock
by the hand of Moses and Aaron. (Psalm 77:19-20 ESV)
No footprints. That’s what jumped out at me this morning as I read this song of desperation and the battle to bring every thought into captivity so that hope might not be lost.
When the waters of the great sea saw God, they were afraid, “indeed, the deep trembled” and drew back. And though the “skies gave forth thunder” and “lightnings lighted up the world” and “the earth trembled and shook,” yet there were no footprints. As Pharaoh and his day of trouble descended upon them, theirs was to walk “the path through the great waters” and follow “the way through the sea” though, beyond Moses and Aaron, there was no tangible evidence of God’s leading.
A reminder to me this morning that sometimes there are no footprints in the sand.
Yet, to remember our deliverance in the past–that which we have done this glorious resurrection weekend–is to recognize anew His unfailing presence in our current circumstance.
We are not people of footprints, we are people of faith. Not a blind faith. But a faith founded and fortified by the revelation of an unseen God through His Word and the reality of the many intangible evidences of His merciful and powerful hand in season after season throughout our lives.
No footprints? No problem.
I will remember the deeds of the LORD;
yes, I will remember Your wonders of old.
I will ponder all Your work,
and meditate on Your mighty deeds. (Psalm 77:11-12 ESV)
By His grace. For His glory.