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When my nephew had control, or what he felt like was control, he was fine. As long as he could touch the bottom he was okay.
Even though he loves me and feels safe with me, he didn’t trust me at first in the water. He’s seen me do things and trusted me to do things. But they weren’t in the water. He didn’t blindly translate his trust.
He had to see what I did in the water. He had to figure out if I could be trusted in the water. Even though he knew I wouldn’t harm him or meant him no harm.
Sometimes, God wants to put us in something deep. But we resist because we have no control. Sometimes it just seems so big, too big. So, while we wanna go after it, we find a safety net or something safe to attempt to hold on. But we can’t go after it and remain safe at the same time.
God promises not to let us be consumed by fire, drown, or go alone through water (Isaiah 43:2). But, we as humans freak out. He’s shown us in one area, or maybe even similarly in the same area, that we can trust Him. But, for some reason, sometimes, He has to show us He can be trusted.
I’m so grateful that at times He has patience and extends grace. He allows us time to freak out and say no. Then he allows us to test it out by holding on to something safe. Then He allows us to stay close to safety and slowly make our way. He tailors what He does because He knows who we are.
I imagine the safety as God holding our hand as a toddler learning to walk. And, when we’ve grown to a point, trust Him as we should in the situation, He knows we can stand. So He let’s go.