Unforced Rhythms

I have always loved the water. As a child I spent hour upon hour plumbing the depths of the backyard pool or the lake...twirling, spinning, an astronaut untethered - a free-form dance with sparkling overtones. I didn't realize at the time, but in retrospect, God has granted me the grace to recognize the pure, unfettered joy of that freedom.... of having my being at one with what Peterson terms the "unforced rhythms of grace." I didn't know I was being wooed by the Creator of light and water and air and every cell that motivated muscle to move. I only knew sunlight that penetrated the water and captured a thousand diamonds on the water's surface, inviting me to a sense of security and loveliness. All was right with the world - the way it should be. As if floating on the wind or drifting on a cloud, or dancing with God. I felt a palpable Love in that underwater blue haven, as secure as the womb. And, from the safety of that place, the whole world lay before me, sparkling and bright and inviting.