Today, I mastered the flip-turn. I've been swimming consistently for eight years, but I've never been able to "land" one. I've been way. too. scared.
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And then the analogy came with three little words: find your feet.
Here are some silly, yet painfully authentic, ways I "find my feet" throughout the day:
Me: "Do I seriously look like that?" (I say to myself as I pass my reflection in the mirror.) "Yuck."
Holy Spirit: "Would you want your daughter to treat herself that way?"
Me: "You're right." Find your feet.
Holy Spirit: "Can you see how you are dizzy?"
Me: "But I've only been in the pool six minutes."
Holy Spirit: "Yes, but you're back in the pool after five weeks of being unable to swim. And, it's your second day back this week. And, you just mastered the kick-turn!"
Me: "You're right," as I acknowledge my limits and climb out of the pool. Find your feet.
It's not really about the current move, or choice, is it? I mean, that choice absolutely matters, but it matters because of how it sets us up.
So, will we choose to stick to, push against, run through, land on Truth, setting us up for Life? I hope so. Because, I've gotta tell you, it felt so good to kick off that wall today. The solidity of that wall, like the unbendableness of Truth, gave me power, momentum, strength to move forward well. I want that. Don't you?