📅 November 06
📖 “Your path led through the sea, your way through the mighty waters, though your footprints were not known.” Psalm 77:19
The background

The sea swallowed everything—noise, clarity, direction. And yet, God’s path went straight through it. Not beside it. Not above it. Through. The psalmist doesn’t say the footprints were erased. He says they were not known. Not recognized. Not found. The path was real, but invisible. The guidance was present, but untraceable.
Tension / Comfort
We want to follow what we can see. But Psalm 77 invites us to follow what we cannot know. The verb yada—to know—is negated here. It’s not just that the footprints were missing. It’s that they were unknowable. God led them through chaos, and left no trail. That’s not abandonment. That’s mystery and mystery is often the shape of mercy.

Dropping the honey
You led me through what I couldn’t name.
The waters roared, but You remained.
No footprints marked the way I came—
just the ache of trust, and holy flame.
I did not know, but I was known.
And in the deep, You made it home.
