And there they stood; those priests carrying the Chest of the Covenant stood firmly planted on dry ground in the middle of the Jordan while all Israel crossed on dry ground. Finally the whole nation was across the Jordan, and not one wet foot.
God, we can stand! we can stand on solid, dry ground no matter how stormy an ocean it was just a few moments ago! we can stand, unwavering, unfailing, firmly planted on dry ground in the middle of life's oceans. you dry out even the deepest body of water in an instant and make sure that what we are crossing on is dry. you go before us, watch over us, and defend our backs, lord. and not just us, but everyone you have included in our lives, everyone you have placed in this world for us to be with - they too will never be touched by the oceans of troubles the world throws at us. not one wet foot. amazing, lord! we have nothing to fear even in the very middle of our oceans. praise you, praise you!