Without hesitation, she leaps from the edge of the pool into my husband's open arms. Again and again she jumps. Again and again he catches her.
Never doubting whether her landing will be safe, she lets
herself go with abandon.
Slowly, he increases the distance between them. When she jumps now,
her face is submerged. She has to kick to reach him. It looks like
a struggle, but she's learning how to swim. Each time she covers more
distance. Each time his arms are there exactly when she needs them.
I think about how I'm standing on edges, my toes over the line. Not on
the side of a pool, but on the cusp of important decisions and new
experiences. It's a void of the unknown.
Even so, I plunge. I'm convinced that God's arms are outstretched for me. My
face may get wet. I may kick and struggle momentarily, but it's
teaching me how to swim.
Again and again I've jumped. Again and again He's caught
There's no need for us to fear the plunge. God's not going to let us sink