Swim lessons.

Everyday for the past week I have taken the boy I nanny to swim lessons. And everyday I watch as he breaks through new barriers and conquers new challenges. Now at two years old, he isn’t expected to swim laps or dive for quarters. The lessons are more for survival in case he were to fall in (again).

His unwillingness to corporate at times makes me giggle inside. He is so stubborn and very much dislikes this strange lady in the pool telling him what to do, and even more so making him do it, regardless. Little man will cry at the top of his lungs and fight her with everything he has, but she always seems to win the battle. I imagine this to be very annoying, and somewhat discouraging to him. At two, he doesn’t understand why he has to jump in and swim to the wall time and time again against his will. But she does. She knows through the tears, the kicking, the screaming it is all for his own good.

Day 6 she pushed him in. I held my breath and it felt as though my heart stopped beating as I waited for him to surface and kick his way over to the wall-o-safety. His eyes were as big as baseballs and when he surfaced, he cried as if someone was hurting him… BUT he surfaced.

He passed the test. And I won’t aim to describe with words how proud I was of him in that moment.

Now, how much more is God’s love for us? I can look over my shoulder at different instances in my life that I chose to be stubborn, fighting God every inch of the way. I can almost see how God extended His hand and gave me a little push away from security. I couldn’t make sense of it at the time–all I saw was the immediate plunge into the deep end. But God had done a work in my life. He had given me everything I needed to serve Him in that moment, so much so that I instinctively swam to the edge.

And I can see Him poolside extending His hand to mine with a smile on His face so big I feel as though my heart might explode.

“He reached down from on high and took hold of me;
He drew me out of deep waters.
He rescued me from my powerful enemy,
From my foes, who were too strong for me.
They confronted me in the day of my diaster,
But the Lord was my support.
He brought me out into a spacious place;
Psalm 18:16-19

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