16h00 - I step into the warm water of the jacuzzi and then fall
backwards, yielding to the buoyancy of the liquid. I allow myself to be carried
and supported by the water and relax all of my muscles. I am suspended in
Grace. It is thunderous and yet it whispers.
It is tumultuous yet it is a gentle, rolling wave but it is always – always –
moving. Only when I cease striving –
when I stop trying to tread water and move myself in its current – does Grace
carry me effortlessly in her flow. It is
almost... easy. Why did I struggle
so? Why did I not give up control
sooner?
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