“I am come into deep waters” took on new meaning this morning. It started with perplexing matters concerning the future. Then it dawned that shallow waters were a place where you can neither sink nor swim, but in deep waters it is one or the other: “Waters to swim in”—not to float in. Swimming is the intense, most strenuous form of motion—all of you is involved in it—and every inch of you is in abandonment of rest upon the water that bears you up. [an excerpt from the Desiring God blog which had this excerpt from A Blossom in the Desert by Lilias Trotter]
After reading this post, the concept of when in deep water you must either sink or swim, the whole bit on shallow waters, how swimming is so strenuous, and how this analogy applies to so many things has been in my thoughts a lot. I won't give you the whole spheal about what I've been thinking, I'd just be paraphrasing what you've already read. ;^) And I think Lilias Trotter says it too well for me to say it any different.