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."
Psalm 139:10
Grateful for His promises that I can hold on to "in the deep."
