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Treading Water

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“fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed for I am your God, I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous hand.” Isaiah 41:10 ESV

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At long last, I have been released to do at least the exercise of swimming. I have been anticipating the time when I could get back into the pool and swim laps again. The first few were felt in my upper arms but after that, I was perfectly at home with the strokes and the familiar feeling of gliding through the water and feeling the buoyancy of my body was exhilarating once again. After completing my laps and my allotted time in the lane, I swam over to the free swim part of the pool and decided to try treading water for five minutes straight. I saw it as a way to add on to the exercise my body has been craving. To anyone looking at it from the pool deck, it is probably one of the most benign motions of water activity. But to anyone who has done it, the task can be challenging as the goal is to keep the head above water while the body basically remains in one place in the water. When it was all said and done, and I had the opportunity to see what my watch registered regarding my activity. I discovered that my heart rate was higher in those last five minutes of treading water than in the forty minutes I spent swimming laps.

Treading water is merely an analogy of what it means to be stuck in the proverbial ruts of life. The act of treading water is simply kicking our legs while pushing water in a downward motion with our arms and hands. It keeps us afloat but we make very little progressive movement. Sometimes that is the way life can be. We spend a lot of energy being busy but going nowhere and it is frustrating. To some degree, I’ve been feeling that way about certain aspects of my life.

Israel was stuck in the rut of sin and disobedience that led them on a circular path of hardships, oppression and captivity. As a nation, they would go through periods of repentance and blessings and without fail they would slip back into old habits of sin and disregard for God. In this particular text, God was speaking through Isaiah to encourage the nation that their current troubles would not last forever. God always had a plan for them and he has a plan for us. Later in chapter 43:17, God would tell them that they needed to let go of the past and see that He was doing a new thing. It is an amazing word when we consider that the new thing was a new paradigm for salvation and hope that was not reliant on temporary animal sacrifice but a permanent and eternal plan through the sacrifice of Jesus on the cross. This new paradigm would not happen for hundreds of years.

As I was in the pool treading water (on purpose), I reflected on how good it felt to be back in the pool again, questioning myself about what took me so long and how did I get so far away from an activity that I enjoy so much and that is so good for me. I recognized that time and life has brought on some changes that I have been trying to navigate in ways that may have worked ten or even five years ago, but they don’t work now. For me to move forward, I have to make adjustments that are more suited to those life changes and align with God’s perfect plan for my life. Treading water may get my heart rate up (which is a good thing) but it does little to promote forward progress and can be quite challenging. Swimming on the other hand, gives me a sense of accomplishment. The ease and fluidity of its forward motion easily translates into my life, the goals ,dreams and the plans I believe God has for my life. And while I realize God has been holding me up all along, it’s time to stop treading water and swim.

Star gazing

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“When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained; What is man, that thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that thou visitest him?” Psalm 8:3-4 (KJV)

This past weekend, we have been told that a solar storm could potentially allow us in South Carolina to see a rare appearance of the Northern Lights. It is one of those phenomenon, that if I actually had a bucket list, I would have on mine – to go somewhere to view them in their fullest glory. So naturally, I was intrigued and hopeful that we would see them. I apparently had missed the information on Friday night and on Saturday night, I made frequent trips outside in the hopes I would see them. It got to the point that I dreamed that people were telling me to come outside and see the beautiful lights in shades of purple and green, but to no avail. At the end of Sunday evening, Mother’s Day, after a wonderful and happy day, I looked at my husband who said we had another chance to see them and I said, “That would be the last Mother’s Day gift for the day if I could see them. ” Later in the night, he went outside and came back in and said maybe tonight was the night. We set up two chairs in an open space of the driveway and observed the sky. We did not see the amazing green and purple lights, that appeared in the media. Instead, we saw faint cloud-looking formations that were the palest shades of aqua and turquoise with an occasional shimmer of pink.

We also saw an abundance of stars, shooting stars, and other lit objects going across the sky. Some were clearly airplanes, and others were too high and moving too quickly for us to determine what they were. Most of all, as we gazed up in the air, we were taken aback at the expanse of God’s creation, the multitude of stars and other celestial objects in the sky and the ever so faint formations that we determined were the best view of Northern Lights we would see. As we gazed up, we remembered the promise of to Abraham that his seed would be like the number of stars in the sky and that we are counted in that number. We had just studied Abraham earlier that day in our Church School. We remembered that in the expanse of time and space, God still took time to create us. We gazed, and in our own way, we expressed our own gratefulness and worship of the God who created everything and still took time to consider us. And as the formations stopped happening, and the night was getting late, we joked about how two old people spent the evening, sitting in chairs and star gazing. It was perhaps the sweetest way to end the day.