Wednesday in the Word: God Cares For You
I can’t swim. I’d love to know how, but there’s one problem: I don’t like water in my face! My husband thinks it’s funny, but I really do panic when I get water in my face. A couple of people have tried to help me learn to swim. One was my sister, Robyn. When we were teenagers, she tried to “teach” me to swim by taking me to the deep end of the pool - promising to hold on to me - only to let me go in the middle of the pool. I sank like a rock. I lived, but I did not learn to swim. The other person was my husband. He took a little different approach. He stayed right with me, with his arms under me, making sure I didn’t sink, gradually removing his arms till I could float by myself. He never once left me alone, and although I still didn’t learn to swim, I didn’t almost drown, either. What made the difference in the two people and their methods of helping me? Their level of caring. Yes, Robyn cared for me (she didn’t really want me to drown!), but my husband cared so muc