Something I read this morning from Ruth Myer's book, The Satisfied Heart:
I realize I'm a beginner at understanding God's love. From time to time I get my feet wet in that vast ocean of the knowledge of God. Now and then I take a plunge and swim a bit or leisurely float on my back. But all this activity is very close to shore. There's so much more, both nearby and out there beyond the mind's horizon.
Every once in a while I read something and think, Yes. That's it exactly.
I read these words this morning and underlined the whole thing, feeling that yearning in my heart, picturing what she describes so clearly. I want to plunge in, swim beyond the buoys, abandon myself to the ocean.
And then the what ifs come.
What if I get tired? What if there are sharks? What if I get caught in a tide bigger, stronger than me? What if I drown?
I'm tired of playing on the shore. I want more.