Resting in Him...

I don't know if it was because there was something different about the water, or if, at age 52 I just finally figured things out, but on our end of the summer vacation to Palm Springs, I floated.  I don't mean just floated for a minute or two  like I have while swimming in years past.  I mean, put your hands behind your head, shut your eyes, and relax so thouroughly, that you are this close to actually falling asleep in the water...it was amazing!  People watching even commented that they had never seen anything like it...it was as though I was on an invisible air mattress.  Was this a salt water pool, therefore making it more bouyant?  I don't think so, but I don't know.  But what I do know, is that I want some of that, right now.  I'm not talking about the sun, the heat, the water...I'm talking about the rest.  This December has been emotional and busy.  Lots of pastoral counseling, and things that are draining.  I need to lay back and feel God's warm love enveloping me, put my hands behind my head, shut my eyes, and rest in Him.