“You call me out upon the waters.
The great unknown, where feet may fail.
And there I find you in the mystery.
In oceans deep, my faith will stand.
And I will call upon your name.
And keep my eyes above the waves.
When oceans rise, my soul will rest in your embrace.
For I am yours, and you are mine.”
– Oceans, Hillsong United –
I can swim the English Channel. I know that.
I didn’t know it the first time I jumped into the pool 4 years ago. I don’t have to do anything. I can just be me. I wasn’t trying to be a swimmer or an athlete or to get anywhere or across anything. I was just being me. Alone. In my own head and heart and spirit. And liking it.
I didn’t know it during that first event I ever swam in my entire adult life – 8 miles in Lake Champlain. But I knew with certainty: I can do this. I can swim. I am strong. I can be me. Here. Now. In this. I can.
I didn’t know it at the end of that first 10 mile Kingdom Swim. When I stood up to an unexpected hillside of cheering people as I came in last. Last. And that’s okay. Because I’m me. That’s worth celebrating.