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In the midst of your raging river, your pain and your suffering, there is a God who sent His one and only son, Jesus Christ to go before you and provide safe passage. These stones are to be a memorial to the people of Israel forever. After years and years of wandering in the wilderness, they finally come upon the land promised to their father, Abraham.

Some people try to get God in their life to make the troubles go away only to find that the struggles sometimes intensify. My radio broadcast was interrupted by breaking news of a devastating attack on American soil. Lives built on the rock will stand when the wind blows, when the waves come.

Rest assured, that when you cross your river, He will be following behind you every step of the way. But no matter what happened they could always refer back to the beginning when God supernaturally brought them through the Jordan. In the church we may be different in many ways, but trials, battles, struggles in life are common to all.

Some people try to

The garden begins with my body. This is so symbolic to me. If a million can walk through the Jordan, surely walls could fall, giants could fall, mountains could be moved. Interior that felt so true in its details of life there, in the details of hopelessness and addiction, that I knew that Lane was writing from some experience. No weapon formed against you will prosper.

We need to see how great is our God. You take several numbers and find one common denominator for all the numbers. They came all this way, suffering in the wilderness for all those years, only to be stopped by a river. Heaven and Earth will pass away, but His Word will never pass away. Having done all to stand, stand.

As other reviewers have noted, Lane might be guilty of going on a bit too long about every weed and bug, but extravagance is a small complaint. God is God for every generation. The opal drop of water the chickadee drank is no different than the droplet at the tip of a bare apple tree bud that I lifted my hand to. As their feet step in, the water splits and an invisible force pushes it to the sides. The massive crowd of people grows silent.