As I swim through a clear blue rooftop pool in the heart of Washington, D.C., I feel a sudden inspiration to write. The topic, appropriately titled “The Swimmer” floods my mind. But I realize the pool merely poses as a threat to the familiar and yet seemingly archaic paper and pen. A sudden splash could submerge my vulnerable ramblings in a watery grave. So I scan the pool deck before spotting my cell phone. Then I climb aboard to a fairly dry landing and begin to text my latest blog entry before saving it into “drafts”. If I were more up to date, I could save this fleeting inspiration in the notes of an iPhone. But in the meantime I text and save, text and save only to publish this poolside inspiration on my blog at a later time:
She swims in unfamiliar places, from shallow water to deep, navigating her way through a new world. But although her world is new, she knows it is right, so she keeps diving deeper.
“Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls; all your waves and breakers have swept over me.” -Psalm 42:7
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