Sunday, July 14, 2013
I'm not sure what it is about a sparkling, crystal clear swimming pool. I love them. I can't resist them. The smell of the chlorine and the clear glassy water draw me in...literally. On Saturday, I spent the afternoon at the water park with my son and his friend. The weather was nice, but it was a little breezy, so when the boys ran and jumped in the wave pool, I delayed and perched on a lounge chair. But the draw of the pool proved too much.
Just as I waded carefully in, the wave machine started up and the water came to life. I was still cautiously getting used to the cool temperature, when I heard frantic yelling, "Look out! Look out! Look out!" I turned to see a kid boogie boarding on an air mattress straight toward my head. The next thing I knew I was inhaling water on the bottom of the pool. I bobbed to the surface, snorting and a little stunned, wondering what just happened.
This isn't the only time recently I've been knocked off my feet by the unexpected. Occasionally life throws something my way and before I know it, I'm on the bottom of the pool wondering what just hit me...although it's not usually a boogie board. But God is good and before too long, I find myself bobbing to the surface. I might be stunned, but I'm back on my feet; snorting, but I'm still breathing.
After the initial shock of being run over (by the way, the boy apologized profusely), the water actually felt pretty good. Maybe it's the same with some of life's circumstances. The first impact is difficult, but in retrospect, I'm able to say, "Come on in...the water's fine".