Do you remember what it is like to walk into the ocean?
It may be a little cold when I first put my toes and feet into the water. If it is hot enough outside, I am determined to keep moving ahead into deeper water as the waves begin to roll in, one after the other.
Sometimes I jump up each time when the wave comes over my waist to bide a little more time to acclimate to the temperature of the salty water.
As I go a little deeper, I turn my body sideways so that I don’t take the full force of the wave on my chest. The water is just too powerful otherwise. Finally, I dive into the next wave and immerse myself fully and begin to swim.
For the next few minutes, I keep my feet off the sandy bottom and begin to move my arms and legs in order to tread the water. It allows me to keep my head above the water and go with the flow. I feel the power of the ocean and I become one with it.
I am reminded that life is like this.
Sometimes, I stubbornly face the waves with my feet firmly planted in the sand and falsely believe I can overpower them. It’s not long before I’m knocked down with salty water up my nose. If I don’t change what I’m doing, I’ll drown.
So I think I’m gonna float for awhile and ride the waves. It’s just too hard otherwise.
Want to join me? Come on in, the water is fine.