Anyone who knows me knows that I love me some kids. Adults can get on my nerves, with their well thought out opinions, thinking they know what they are talking about. Kids, most of the time, actually do know what they are talking about. Kids are so much better.
Yesterday I spent the day in the Fiesta Texas water park with my youngest and two nephews. For hours, me and this little were BFF’s.
Fearlessly, he ran through water, climbed up rope ladders and swam deeper and deeper. We walked into the pool, that gradually got deeper as you walked into it. With every step, his little heart raced, becoming more and more excited at the adventure that lied ahead. I wised up pretty quickly and rummaged through to find a small enough life vest. He moved his little arms and legs as fast as possible, not knowing that it was me who actually propelled him forward.
He was swimming.
Shortly before dawn Jesus went out to them, walking on the lake. ”
As we reached the shallower areas, he would just keep swimming, swimming, swimming. I would say, “Blake, put your feet down.”
He realized he could touch the bottom.
He would jump, jump, jump, letting his vest bob him along the shoreline.
Then off he would swim.
When the disciples saw him walking on the lake, they were terrified, “It’s a ghost,” they said, and cried out in fear. But Jesus immediately said to them: “Take courage! It is I. Don’t be afraid.”
After three hours in this pool we trekked to the wave pool–and for anyone who has been at Fiesta Texas and pushed a stroller from the bucket play area to the wave pool know the trek I’m talking about. Oh, my friend, I’m thankful to not have to use a stroller any more.
The waves encouraged a whole entirely new level of courage in that little person. He bobbed along, jumping, allowing the waves to push him in and out, up and down. The waves would get the best of him, and he found himself under the water. I would say, “Blake, you have to hold my hands.”
His little fingers would grasp tightly around mine, rebuilding his trust in himself, knowing I would not let him go.
The water would come crashing, forcing out giggles and wonder.
One little hand would surrender.
Then the other.
Lord, if it’s you,” Peter replied, ‘tell me to come to you on the water.”
He would bob along, and closely I stood, as he was determined to master the pool himself. The water would come crashing…and again I would gently remind him, “Blake, You have to hold my hands.”
Come,” he said.
Then he would see “the Guys” splashing and playing several feet away.
“Guys! Guys!” he would yell, quickly letting go of me, his safety, and “swimming” as fast as he could toward the big guys, ignoring the crashing of the waves that threatened to fall upon him.
Then Peter got down out of the boat, walked on the water and came toward Jesus.
Oh I want to be like Blake, like the child Jesus wants me to remain.
I want to move my arms and legs as fast as I can, knowing Jesus is guiding me forward, closer to him, closer to fulfilling all he has for me.
I want to run as fast as I can, not even knowing I can put my feet down to walk.
I want to jump out of the boat when I hear the voice of Jesus, letting go of all I know that I know is safe, ignoring the crashing of the waves, recklessly ignoring what my mind would see as treacherous.
Everyday, I want to pursue Him so fiercely that I am completely exhausted from the joy of being in his presence.
Kids are so much better. Live Reckless. -Tiff