Now freed from the chains that used to bind me, I am learning to swim again. The caress of the cool water feels good on my skin. I swim along, occasionally comforted when my feet hit bottom and I once again push myself forward, enjoying the giggles that the splashes cause to burst from somewhere deep inside of me.
Suddenly, my toes no longer touch the bottom and I feel panic well up, threatening to chase away all traces of the joy I had just been experiencing. Before the panic can get a firm grip on me, I feel strong arms surrounding me, lifting me up. A calm voice says, "Relax, I have you."
Instantly I am at peace. I know this voice...and I trust the One who promised never to leave me nor forsake me. As we move further into the deeper water, I know there is no safer place than in the arms of my Father.
He loves me...and His feet touch the bottom. : )
