Swimming

Ever since I was a kid I’ve loved swimming.  I remember when we got a pool.  I seriously thought there was nothing better in life than being in the water.  I was not destined to be an Olympic swimmer, I just loved being in the water.

There’s that moment on a hot summer day when you stick your foot in the water and (the older you get the more exaggerated the effect) you’re shocked beyond your ability to sustain submergence.  You might say “WOAH!  HOOOOOWEEEEEE that’s cold!” or something like it.  But refreshment calls you, beckons you to get your whole baked self under the surface.  Inch by inch you torture yourself through…um… those “tough spots” (you know what I mean) until you are able to get your head under.

Or maybe you’re like me and you just dive in and get it all over at once.  I still believe this is the best way.  :0)

Eventually it doesn’t feel so shocking to our system.  You know the phrase, “Really! It’s not bad once you get used to it!!”

My kids have been trying to get me in my mom’s unheated pool all week.  I just don’t want to go through the system-shocking part to arrive at the gotten-used to it part.  Yeah.  I’ve gotten older.

But, as usual, God has been using this plunge procrastination I’m practicing to float some things to the surface in my spiritual life.

It has to do with the way I’ve experienced Truth.