In
my last blog I talked about how rest is far and in between on the world race. I
cried out to God for rest. He answered in an interesting way. Read for
yourself.
Call
it the dead man’s float.
Call it
your mystical cloud.
Call it
being weightless due to excessively salty water that causes unheard of amounts
of buoyancy.
Whatever
you call it, it is a channel into understanding God’s love for us.
Today, we were bussed for what summed up to 4 hours to a remote, middle of nowhere beach
resort outside of Manila for a squad day out. Just when I got the
feeling we were either lost or taking a REALLY long time to get there, we
pulled in. THIS IS THE PLACE.
The water
was calm, clear, and serene, nothing like Byron Bay, Australia. Upon entering it, the
taste of Sodium Chloride hit my taste buds and burned my contact lenses, but I
did not bother to complain. The air was fresh and I remembered in that moment
that swimming is my escape, just God and me.
After
swimming out fairly far from shore with several other racers, we found God. Relaxing
every muscle in our bodies, we assumed the “dead man’s float” position with backs
toward the depths, chests toward the heavens.
I breathed
slowly and the wind blew across my sun-scorched face and weightless limbs. I
was like an infant being cradled by a parent, or a child being held by their Maker.
I turned lethargic, due to lack of sleep and could have drooled if I had lain a
moment longer. For ten minutes, I was floating everywhere and anywhere. But just as I had
entered this content trance, Jedediah broke my concentration and suggested a
swim.
Swimming
was just as awesome: the water felt like a million tiny fans on my centimeter
length hair. God is funny. And good.
Even though
I’m still tired, God provided a day of supernatural rest. Amen to that.
