I drift.

If you have every taken any advanced swimming classes, one of the things that it required is to tread water for 20 minutes. Being the over-achiever that I am, I try to best that by not using my feet, or not using my hands. The trick to treading water is that even though you stay in one place, you are constantly moving.

If you dont keep moving, you may just barely keep your head out of water, and therefore stay alive, but you will drift. The waves, current, or water flow will move you ever so slowly out of where you want to be. To stay where you are, you must be intentional.

But to get ahead, to actually get somewhere, you need to swim. You need to put effort into your movements, push water out of your way and propel yourself through the water.

I drift.

I get all comfortable in my walk with Jesus, and he stops becoming my Lord and is more like a buddy. Buddies tend to lull us into complacency, because we know they love us no matter what we do, so we can be a jerk to them and know everything will be all right anyway. And it is. He still loves and accepts me, but I slowly and slightly, little by little, drift away until he is barely a dot on the horizon. Not only is he not my Lord, but he is not even close to me. I can call him,. or get busy and swim to him, and all is well, but I have to intentionally stay there. Accepting his Lordship over my life and staying close takes intentional movement on my part.

But I drift.