These are my husband’s observations of me: me cooking; me pastoring; me parenting; me barista-ing; even me Scrabble-ing.
And he is right. I don’t. Never have. I was the child who leaped before she looked. Repetitively. I’d get sopping wet time and time again. I remained a full plunge person.
I’ve tried and tried to only dip my toe in. To wade into the water knee or waist deep. But like entering a cool pool on a summer day, I must take the plunge. I’d never enter the cool pool if I only dipped my toe–it’s too cold! I think I’d never enter life, either.
I learn best by full submersion. I live best when I’m able to be all-in. Body, heart, and soul in. In the world of faith, I suppose this would be immersion.
And when it is time to rest, I do best getting out of the water. Toweling off, drying in the sun, preparing for the next dive, which might be in some other pool.