Starting to Swim

“…Your grace abounds in deepest waters

Your sovereign hand

Will be my guide

Where feet may fail and fear surrounds me

You've never failed and You won't start now.”

Most of you have probably heard this moving song before by Hillsong United. It is a touching melody about allowing God move us into deeper waters. This theme, of going deeper into God’s heart, has been a recurring thought for me, and now I want to share those thoughts with you.

The soft sand beneath your feet.
The cool water at your fingertips.
The smell of salt in the air.
For me, this discribes one of God’s beautiful creations, the ocean. Though I am surrounded by land, I love our annual trip to Alabama’s coast line. It is refreshing to hear the waves crashing and just soak in God’s glory. But one thing is at the back of my mind whenever we go.

Sharks.

Although I know we will probably never swim far enough to actually encounter one, they have a powerful presence in the waters. The deeper we travel, the more likely it is to find sandbars perfect for frisbees, but we are simultaneously increasing the chance of encountering this terrifying creature.

I just wonder how many of us are so fearful of sharks that we have decided to just stay on the shore, spiritually speaking.

God is calling you to go out in to the depths of His love. He longs for us to follow Him deeper, even when we can’t see what is going on around us. I believe we don’t like the idea of swimming further out, where we can’t touch the bottom, or even see our legs beneath us.

It’s time.

We have to get brave and swim! God is right there, waiting for you to get bold and come to Him! He is calling to you, and he can’t wait to hear your response. I am personally working on this, starting to swim away from shore. And I hope you will do the same.

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