Jump In
Sometimes I enter the pool timidly.
Other times the best method is simply to jump in—throw myself at the mercy of the water, expecting the shock but counting on a quick acclamation.
There’s no time for waffling or excuses.
Sometimes I enter the pool timidly—one toe, then an ankle. Attempting to acclimate myself to the change in temperature, deciding if the benefit is worth the discomfort, only committing one increment at a time.
Other times the best method is simply to jump in—throw myself at the mercy of the water, expecting the shock but counting on a quick acclamation. There’s no time for waffling or excuses. It’s literally a sink or swim scenario because once my feet launch off the deck, I’m in. All in.
I refused to turn in my swim suit for more sensible clothes.
Last year I applied to a mentorship program for my writing. It offered an opportunity for teaching, for community, for accountability, and progress. (Read Here) I wasn’t accepted and I decided to focus on other issues. I put some things in order and accomplished much in other directions. But I didn’t completely ignore my writing. I played around a little, stuck a toe in, and refused to turn in my swim suit for more sensible clothes.
This year I applied again, and was accepted. This year I’m more settled about it in my own soul and I’ve quieted the inner critic. I’m in a more determined place instead of focusing on fear. God knew the delay would be beneficial. It’s still not a perfect time, and it may never be. But it’s a good time. And most importantly, it’s God’s time.
Accepting this challenge will be lots of hard work. It will require leaning heavy on God’s Spirit. But hopefully the result will be beautiful progress on a project, sweet new friendships, and a renewed awareness of the Lord’s presence and provision.
No more piddling around the edges or snooping around the sidelines. It’s time to take the leap.
