There once was a man who was traveling on foot through
a snowstorm in a strange country. He had to get to a
certain town by nightfall and was somewhat perturbed
when he came to an ice-covered river. How thick was
the ice? Could he trust it to hold him? He began crawling
on the ice on his stomach, inch-by-inch, tapping with
his fingers. Sweat poured from his forehead. He was
filled with the fear that at any moment he could plunge
to an icy death.
An hour later, he had progressed only about 40 feet.
He suddenly stopped crawling. He could hear singing!
He turned his head to see a horse and cart, laden with
people. The driver was singing at the top of his voice
as he drove his cart across the ice. The driver knew
that lake was solid ice and his faith was such that
he had total confidence, with not an ounce of fear.
Such are the solid promises of God.