Relax

I was a kid trying to balance macho and anxiety that day as my dad taught me to swim in the muddy creek. I stepped in, stiff as a pine log. “Relax, son,” my dad said. “I’ll put my arms under you, and when you begin to sink, I’ll be right there.” I started sinking, but felt his sturdy arms holding me up. Everything changed knowing his arms were there. I trusted, relaxed, and luxuriated in the security of the arms holding me up. Remember when you “swim” life’s deep holes and muddy waters that your Father’s arms are just below the surface.