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?