Trust

My knuckles turned white from clenching the edge of the Olympic-sized pool. Everywhere around me, people jumped, splashed and swam their way around the chlorine haven. Not me. Nope. No way. Fear gripped me as tightly as I gripped the edge that anchored me. My sense of gravity knew better.

"You can trust me." The swim instructor, all of 15, waited. I did not budge.

I wanted to trust. But I looked around again. How? How could I? My perception was locked on not knowing, and what if?

"I am trained to keep you safe. Would I ask you to do anything that would make you unsafe? People float in water. Look around. Nobody is drowning. They float. We ALL float."

I checked out the others. Yeah, sure,but, they KNEW HOW, I thought.

"Can't you trust me? I am right here. I can reach you if you need me. I won't let anything happen to you." His words echoed in me and the soft tone touched me. He seemed to mean it.

Okay. I let go. Sinking downward I panicked. Uh-oh. Then. Something happened.

By letting go, and trusting I was able to float. I could float. I did not drown. My five-year old heart swelled. I DID IT!


Wow. Looking back, I realize now that God has so much more for me in life. At 40, I just let go of a solid career, complete with perks and great flexibility. I opted to trust God's prompting. Along the way I am still that little 5-year old girl, wanting to see with my senses, wanting PROOF.

There I am, gripping the edge of the known gravity force to skip over the unknown pleasures of other truths. He can reach me. He already saved me. Why do I delay the process?