Under Water.

The

O

N

L

Y

thing that keeps us under water is pride.

If I dive thinking there is a way to breath without oxygen

I

am

a

fool.

I will flap my arms in distress and cry out to

God

for a little

Grace

and a lifejacket

and then ignore the able and willing Bodies looking on in shared distress.

"Hey!" they cry out.

"Can W

E

help?"

I can only ignore them for so long before

my lungs begin to fill with salty water; reality.

A purple face and tears that squeeze out and float

away

just as every other self provision.

And then I plead with

God

one more time for a little

Grace.

Help.

Something.

And then God sighs and loving,

gently,

taps a Body.

They respond in obedience and complete knowledge

of flesh/pride keeping us underwater.

The Body know the importance of responding when

I, like the Body, refused to recognize stubbornness and pride.

So in absolute desperation

I surrender

and am

overwhelmed by

Grace.