I just finished week two of swim lessons.
I was thinking today about what it must feel like to be in the middle of that pool
where I can stand up, but they can't...
...and they have to completely trust me to
hold on to them, rescue them, not let them sink.
Sometimes I let go so that they can "try it on their own,"
but I'm always there when their little bodies start to wriggle panicky in the deep.
I was driving alone in the car today when all of these thoughts
started running around in my head.
I was talking to God about how I felt like those kids... panicking in the deep.
I told Him how I needed Him to hold on to me, rescue me, and not let me sink.
"...even there Your Hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast."
Grateful for His promises that I can hold on to "in the deep."