by Melissa Reeve
A word from God Himself: the waters would stop when the priests stepped into the river. Not until they stepped into the waters. Did their stomachs drop to their knees as their feet approached the river? Did their hearts rise to their throats when they felt the water on their toes? Their parents would have seen the Red Sea part as Moses stood, dry as dust, on the shore. Joshua said to walk into the still-flowing river and God would work a miracle. As the water splashed their sandals, did their mouths become dry, scared spitless? Or were they confident, their faith as steady and relentless as the river's flow? They took those steps, their faith justified as the river stopped for them. Their sandals dried out while the sun, for the first time, became acquainted with the riverbed, and all Israel marched by on dry ground. I imagine they all breathed out as one, in awe and relief, when the river stopped, and doubts, instead of priests, were swept away.
Melissa Reeve is an emerging writer. Her work has been published by The Banister, Off Topic Publishing, and Open Minds Quarterly.