This weekend our family went out on our boat at the local lake. We decided both the kids were old enough to enjoy tubing.
My son, our oldest child, wanted to go tubing again. Instead of lifting him into the tube, my husband told him he needed to learn how to climb in himself.
My husband held the tube in place while my son started to climb in. With one foot inside the tube and one on the boat, he paused, suddenly not sure if he could do it.
His foot slipped. Splash. Into the glacier fed lake he went. A shriek of panic and arms waved widely.
My husband quickly lifted my son’s thrashing body from the water. “Calm down, you’re wearing a life jacket. You were just swimming in this lake. I’ve got you.”
A few deep breaths later and my son was ready to try again. As he stared from the boat to the tube, my husband said, “You’ve got to jump. You won’t make it if you don’t go for it.”
How many times do we do the same thing with God?