Learning to swim

Few successes in life are as obviously glorious as learning to swim. Whereas before you were on the edge of death by drowning. Within weeks or months you can slip into the same cool waters once marked by struggle, splashing, sinking, panic and with minimal effort slide along the surface. Strong kicks and graceful arm movements with forward momentum replace exhausting thrashing.
I want to learn to swim in my current areas of struggle. I want to feel the water that currently sucks me down, and threatens to consume me become the water that supports me as I lazily float. I long to use the properties of the waters I now wrestle endlessly to propel myself to a destination beyond my reach.

Matthew 14:25-33
25 Shortly before dawn Jesus went out to them, walking on the lake. 26 When the disciples saw him walking on the lake, they were terrified. “It’s a ghost,” they said, and cried out in fear.

27 But Jesus immediately said to them: “Take courage! It is I. Don’t be afraid.”

28 “Lord, if it’s you,” Peter replied, “tell me to come to you on the water.”

29 “Come,” he said.

Then Peter got down out of the boat, walked on the water and came toward Jesus. 30 But when he saw the wind, he was afraid and, beginning to sink, cried out, “Lord, save me!”

31 Immediately Jesus reached out his hand and caught him. “You of little faith,” he said, “why did you doubt?”

32 And when they climbed into the boat, the wind died down. 33 Then those who were in the boat worshiped him, saying, “Truly you are the Son of God.”