Terror: Tantrum or Trust?

Dayna has had a rough summer so far in the swimming pool. It looks so fun and inviting, but we have this little problem. She doesn't know how to swim.

And apparently the healthy fear of water we thought we were instilling in her has become terrifying to her.

So, while we were enjoying our Disney vacation earlier this month, we bought her some of those water wings to help make pool time a little more fun. No such doing...every time we went into a pool, she would cling to us with the death grip. Every swimming outing became a complete meltdown temper tantrum.

We knew she could trust us, and that she could trust the wings. And mostly, that she could trust God. But she didn't know that yet...

Upon our return, I immediately signed Dayna up for swimming lessons. Her teachers quickly discovered her death grip. After a week of lessons, she was a *little* more comfortable, but would still cling to anyone while also hanging onto some sort of flotation device.

Everybody but Dayna knew how much fun she could have if she would just learn to trust, but she still couldn't let go. And the tantrums, while not as strong, continued.

Until last week. One afternoon, Dayna discovered that her little fishy ring would hold her up. And she let go. And she had fun. Giggles ensued, as well as the now familiar refrain: "Let ME do it."

She's so excited that she learned to trust, even though we knew all along that she would be okay and enjoy herself more.

Which makes me think...how many times to we respond to fear and uncertainty with our own little temper tantrums instead of just trusting God, who knows infinitely more than we do?