There’s something to be said about feeling like a fish out of water. I recently had that experience and today it reminds me of a time back then where I had to sink or swim. It relates to my last post https://wordpress.com/post/piecesofgoretty.blog/225 where I discussed being stripped.
There I was no one to turn to and no place to live in a matter of days, engulfed in grief and pain, blindly living out my days in as close to mummy like as I could to avoid facing my…me. I was a fish out of water and I either had to…Exactly. Sink or swim.
I made my own plans and attempts at getting my situation under control, which to me meant finding a place to rent, have it be it an efficiency. I had finally landed a job I believed I would stick to for a while. Actually, in those days, I had no choice. Anyway, none of my “plans” passed the reaching of a day-to-day get through it kind of life mantra goal.
Thank God, He had his own plans.
Psalms 46:1 God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble.
…I had to eventually learn how to swim God’s way. That sometimes meant getting out of His way…and my own.