Swim

Swim
I don't know how to swim.That and many other fears have seem to have placed me in somewhat like a cage for most of my growing up years.Connection? Not knowing how to swim just made me think of how much I seem to have missed and have been missing because I am holding on to my fears.Of water?Not really.Maybe,drowning. But really, i think it is rejection.Lately, I have been contemplating a lot about my own self-esteem.What does it really mean,to be living what you believe.For I have stared in the mirror too many times and have preached to myself about who I am in God's eyes.But only in the water,do I really get to see how much I have learned and have not. It is a joy and a relief though, that expectations not met and goals not achieved does not exactly spell failure.It is only failure,when we keep from trying.But it helps so much to hear that from Someone,you know you could really trust.One who will never judge you for the mistakes you have and will commit. Jesus,asked Peter of the depth of his love for him three times.Same number of times that Peter denied knowing Him.His grace is always enough,so there should be no room for fear anymore.I am preaching to myself again,my reflection on the computer monitor,but at the same time,I am actually living it right now.So thankful for that grace.And...i'm literally,learning how to swim.