There's something about being swimming in a pool--alone--that makes you think more. The steady rhythm of strokes, the constant splashing of white water, the isolation from the land world... I don't know what it is, but it made me think about, well, things. And praise God that most of these thoughts were of Him. I'm really amazed at the weird ways God brings us back to him.
Halfway through my swim, I switched up my breathing from every 2 strokes to every four strokes. Breath out three times, breath in. Out, out, out, in, out, out, out, in. Very soon, I began saying to myself, alleluia, alleluia. Weird, right? This continued for over an hour, and I thought about how good He's been to me, my upcoming baptism, His work on the cross, and all in all I want to be independent of the world, and more and more dependent upon Him.
Somewhere in that time, I was composing a song in my head that tied together all these thoughts. But now I lost it. Sad, I know. Maybe I'll get it back someday. At the very least, I haven't forgotten Him.
Now that I'm back on land, dry, integrated again into this world, I wonder how I'll make my next move. Will it still be for Him? Jesus, let me remain in You, as You remain in me.
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