Choosing to Dive.

When I was younger, I couldn’t dive. Ok, I still can’t dive. I am scared, y’all! I know, I know, it’s just water… but going in headfirst? I don’t think so. I also could never do a cartwheel or a front flip on the trampoline.  I used to think it was because I was scared of getting hurt, but looking back, it was actually fear of failing.

I find myself in the same place now as then. I’m not talking about actually trying to do a cartwheel, I gave up on that a long time ago. I am talking about diving into the sea of the unknown – the sea of trust, faith, and bravery. It’s not like I yield from trusting God because I think it will cause hurt or pain, but because I fear failure, let down, and disappointment. Maybe I fear because the water seems too deep? Maybe it’s because when everyone else does it, they make it seem easy and effortless and what if it’s not? What if it takes strategy, determination, and willingness to fail just so that you can have that second chance and succeed?

At 20 years old, I’m learning how to dive. If you haven’t been tracking with me, I don’t mean this literally. Although, I sorta kinda wish I did. I’m learning to dive because if am brave enough to dive head first into the water, then just maybe I’ll be brave enough to walk on the water. And if I am brave enough to walk on water, then just maybe I’ll have enough courage to trust entirely, completely, and undoubtedly in Him.

I’m choosing to dive.

What will you choose?