Trust when we are ready.
It has been so long. It seems that writing a weekly sermon, or a 10 page paper as I have taken to calling it sometimes, has me a bit thin on the writing energy. But lately I've been thinking about this parable and want to capture it somewhere before it disappears. My 3 year old has learned to swim this summer. Almost. But she is more confident, capable and dangerous than any other 3 year old I know around water. She will say, "I need to swim with a buddy" and then run off and jump in. It's a bit horrifying and I love her courage. She can swim. But she cannot swim and take breathes. It seems that we have to be able to take breaths for it to be useful as a mechanism for movement in the water. Alas though, she has learned to swim short distances. To jump in and swim to my arms, To swim from arm to the wall, To swim from one object to another. She is brave. And yet, she is not quite ready for the leap of faith to swim and pick her head up and put it back in. She once her...
