I am not a swimmer. My parents signed me up for swim lessons often as a child. We had a swimming pool in our backyard for years...I just never really learned how to swim.
I am not a fan of large bodies of water. If I am on a boat - yea, I am good with water. If I am on a wave runner (back when I had time to go to the lake, that is what they were called) - yea, I like water. I try to drink my 8 full 8 ounces of water a day. I guess you could say I like water.
I just don't like the idea of going down with water around. I have never had a bad experience with water. It may just be too many movies with a similar idea as the motif.
I have been thinking a lot about lifeguards saving people lately. I have not really ever seen a lifeguard save anyone. All the lifeguards I have seen consist of those at Whitewater who hang out up high in their chairs and look cool.
However, a particular visual has come to mind and I have not been able to shake it (possibly similar to Molly on Jason's mind...Bachelor reference).
Years ago, I heard a preacher talk about having to save someone who was drowning. The person fought so much to try to save themselves, they made it really difficult for the lifeguard to save them. Almost making it impossible.
The visual has paired up with some Scripture I have been reading lately and the connection has not left my heart.
How much do we try to keep ourselves afloat that we fight anyone who is trying to help us.
Have you been there? Do you know someone who almost took your eye out when you offered assistance because they were too busy flapping their arms to stay afloat? I have to admit, I have probably been that person more times than I can admit.
The prophet Isaiah said something about those that wait on the Lord...will mount up like eagles. Hmmmm.
If my choice is between going down or mounting up...I think I will soar with the eagles.
What is necessary for that to take place? Waiting on the Lord.
Except I am not any better at waiting than swimming....ugh.
Just something to think about this Lent.