Keep Me from Falling

Week 2 of swimming lessons started off very well.   I was a little nervous for Maggie who seemed to be regressing a bit. If you didn’t catch my facebook status last week it started with, “Yesterday I (literally) threw a screaming 4-year-old into the pool. ..”   I was relieved to find that Mr. G – was the teacher today. 

All of the teachers have been outstanding.  This Mr. G is an older, to be honest, rather gruff looking and sounding man.  But strangely enough, the 3 little girls who initially refused to even get into the pool will do anything he asks them to.  I know my Maggie  and when she sets her mind to a thing she is not one to be cajoled into something else.  So when this man had her go from screaming hysterics to floating on her back and dunking her head under water I had to know if he was practicing some kind of voodoo on my little girl or if there was a reason these 3 and 4 year olds would only swim for him.

My conclusion?  I think these little ones are pretty intuitive in this situation.  They believe that they could drown, hence the terrified shrieking, and that their young life depends on the one holding them up in the water.  Now who should they trust?  The fun-loving 17-year-old trainee or the seasoned no-nonsense veteran? 

I find the same principle at work in me.   When living an ‘ignorance is bliss’ sort of life that denies my soul is in any real danger,  I shrink back from descriptions of God as one who will have vengeance, who hates the wicked, and loves justice.  But when affliction comes and graciously awakens me, do I really want a ‘one of the guys’ type Jesus?  or will I long for the Almighty King who is able to keep me from falling and to present me before his glorious presence without fault and with great joy?  (Jude 1:24)

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