Part 1: Getting wet
I have always been an edge of the pool type gal. Other's run full on toward the pool; plug their nose in mid air and cannon ball style right into the middle with a big splash. Me? Not so much. I like to sit pool-side, dip my toes in, feel the temperature of the water. Then I scoot toward the steps and start with the first and then the second ,splashing myself with some water to get used to it a bit, before I venture toward the third and finally ease myself in.
I remember going to a pool party for a childhood friend in about fourth or fifth grade. It was a mixture of boys and girls and most likely the entire class was invited, though I can't remember for sure (the joys of growing older...). The drive there was fun and the lodge where it was held was in a wooded area, a bit magical. The boys headed to their side to change and us girls to ours. One by one the party goers slipped out to join the fun and I could hear screams and peals of laughter from the safety of the changing room. All I could think of was (nope - no fear of the bathing suit, that would come years later haha) there were rowdy boys (and some rowdy girls) out there and one of them was sure to pull me from the edge and force my head underwater and I might not be able to get back up!
I fidgeted from one foot to the other, folded my arms across my chest and tried to summon the courage to move. A deep breath in and...there was the birthday girl, and then another and another. They had come back for me. They encouraged me to join in, to get wet. Long story short, I left my safety zone, eased into the pool (hey, baby steps people, baby steps) and before long I was laughing along with the rest of them. It was a fun party, one I may have missed out on had I not taken the initial plunge.
Years later, I still fight that edge of the pool thing at times. Oh, I have learned to jump in the water (although I still prefer the ease in method) but what about the spiritual pool? What about the things God asks of me? I can hide in the changing room, sit on the edge, dip my toes in even, but unless I let go and get wet I will continue to miss out on so much He has for me.
God calls to us, "Come, all you who are thirsty, come to the waters..." Isaiah 55:1. So we drink deeply and are filled. But there is more, so we wade in, get wet even - and are drenched in His love. But there is more yet He requires, so we make our way up the steps to the diving board, filled to the full and ready to dive in...
Stay tuned for part 2: diving in
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