“what if I give you the lake?” he asked,
“I wouldn’t know what to do with it,” I said,
“what if I took care of it for you until you knew what to do,”
“You’d give it back to me then – when I was ready? But why wouldn’t you just give it when I was ready rather than telling me in advance?”
“if I give it to you before you’re ready, it’s yours in the first place. I am simply fostering;
dear one, how would you know what you’re getting ready for if you did not know in advance – you could spend your whole life preparing for a desert, when I am giving you an ocean.”
and if — I know it is a large body of water that I will receive, I no longer ask what it may be.
I therefore ask for timing.
but when I come to understand that time does not exist
I begin to question the character of the promise
and when I find out that it is blue
it is wet
it is deep
and it has waves
I ask where it is
pause, look left
I see it
I begin to ask what to do with it,
so He builds a boat
He builds a sail
He leaves the boat out in the middle of the water
and I come to find
the whole time I thought He was giving me a lake
it was His way of teaching me to swim.