Yesterday the lake water was calm. And she was super excited to swim.
Today is a different story. 15mph winds give some waves.
"C'mon!
It's fun to jump!" The experienced kids say. But the girl who's never
seen the ocean is skeptical. It's big and terrifying, and if she goes in
alone, she'll falter and experience new trauma.
Her daddy takes her
hand and they let the water kiss their toes together. Giggling and
squealing, he teaches the fun side of the potential danger.
15 minutes
later, they're holding hands and jumping when a wave comes. And it hits
me: this is how he taught the 'experienced ones' when they were small.
30
minutes later, and he's an arm's length away, and she's crouching and
jumping in the waves. She's down, and he's holding and comforting and
reassuring her. She's gained her courage back with some sweet words from
her siblings nearby, and she's back in, ready to try again.
This is how we take an orphan and let her grow into a daughter.
"So you are no longer a slave, but a son, and if a son, then an heir through God." - Galatians 4:7
