My early childhood was spent in a home on a hill over looking a pond---very similar to this picture. I have not forgotten sitting and watching the pond with turtles popping to the surface and the occasional snake silently gliding across. It was a pastoral scene from a more innocent time.
Occasionally during the Thoreau inspired life on Walden Pond, we would go for a swim in that picturesque lake. The cool spring fed waters on a hot Louisiana summer day were every child's delight.
In those early years, before I could swim, I was forced to stand in the shallow waters where the water stood still. Algae and all sorts of fungi and duck weed grew in the warm shallows. You could not see below the surface of the waters. If you stood there long enough, you would slowly sink in the quick sand like mud. Feet firmly caught in the quagmire of the shallows--you were in danger of being infected with all the evils that only existed in the shallows.
But if you summoned your courage and swam into the deep middle of the pond, you found the water clear, cool, and flowing. The deep springs filling the middle of the pond created an idyllic pond brimming with life.
So it has been with life, if I am satisfied with the known and perceived safety of the shallows, over time I slowly become stuck in the mud and mire and content to live in the stagnant cesspool of malcontent. My thoughts become as shallow as where I stand.
Instead, if I am willing to take the plunge, venture into the deep, and go for the unknown, an entire new world full of life awaits. The living water flowing from the life giving springs are deep and life sustaining and my thoughts surround the eternal. Life's best is always in the deep end---from which the springs of eternal life flow.
When you go through deep waters, I will be with you