Leaping

Last week, Mr. Will had the girls jump into the pool for the first time. Rowan was nervous. She moved to the very edge of the pool, squatted down, then with Mr. Will’s open arms awaiting took a leap of faith and jumped. She didn’t make it to his arms, but that was part of the lesson. Then she came up, sputtering, looking for his arms, for him. He helped out and said, “Rowan, stand up. You can stand up.”

Yep, Rowan can stand up in the shallow end of the pool. So he had her do it again. She jumped and for a second or two, she forgot she could stand up, until Mr. Will reminded her. After the third try, she was having the time of her life. She jumped, emerged from underneath the water, and stood up on her own two feet. My big girl! She liked it so much, she did it ten more times before Mr. Will cut her off the baby needed to take her turn.

Rowan reminded me of myself. Afraid to take that leap, not trusting that God is there, He’s got my back and loved me enough to create me in His Own image. So why do I doubt? Why don’t I have the courage to jump when He says jump? And when I do, when I finally do, I find out and am reminded that He was there with me the whole time, His rod and staff protecting me, and that it wasn’t scary at all and sometimes it’s actually fun.