jump in

I haven't been swimming much this summer in an effort to stay out of the sun after discovering I have a basal cell carcinoma on my scalp, but on my latest trip to the pool with the kiddos, while slathered with sunscreen, I heard these words, "Come on, Mom. Just jump in!"

I've always been one to ease into the swimming pool in an effort to bypass the shock of the cold water to my body. After this latest remark from my daughter, I began to consider how often I take this same approach in life, cautiously easing into new endeavors, sometimes so meticulously that it leaves little room for faith.

No, there's nothing wrong with being prudent in decision making, using common sense the good Lord has given, but what about, "Trust in the Lord with all your heart. Lean not on your own understanding, but in all your ways acknowledge Him and He shall direct your path (Prov 3:5-6)."

I can't help but think of the Steven Curtis Chapman song:

I'm diving in, I'm going deep in over my head, I want to be.

Caught in the rush, lost in the flow,

in over my head, I want to go.

The river's deep, the river's wide,

the river's water is alive.

So sink or swim, I'm diving in.

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I'm tired of standing on the banks of Jordan with fear-based hesitancy. No more testing the waters. It is trust and obey time.