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Isn’t it Ironic?

It’s kind of ironic that I find the most peace when I’m in water.

Whether it be in a pool, Jacuzzi, shower, or most of all, ocean, I’m peaceful. I find it easiest to connect with God when I’m in water, which is also ironic.

The reason why it’s ironic is because a baby (fetus, whatever) spends nine months in its mother’s womb, which is made up of water. I don’t know the scientific facts about it, but I know it’s in water. In the Bible, God tells us to have faith like a child, and that he who comes to me like a child will be let into the gates of heaven…or something like that. It’s like, when I’m in water, I go back to my origins. 

Have you ever wondered if babies can actually talk? And if God talks to them? Or if they can see angels? Do they know God? Do they believe in Him, or even know what that means? Sometimes I wonder if and even that they do. I wonder if they do because when I’m in water I feel so close to God, but I feel so much like a baby in its mother’s womb.

How is it that I literally feel the most peace I ever feel when I’m in water? 

And what about baptism? Most people get dunked into water when they’re baptized. John the Baptist dunked Jesus in the Jordan River, big body of water, and the heavens even opened and appeared at that moment.

Why is it that I’m not even afraid of the animals in the ocean? I’ve swum with a shark. I go to the beach to make sure I find a turtle or school of fish to swim with.

I’m noticing that I am one strange kid, with the soul of a 50-year-old, the heart of a 5-year-old, and the mind of a crazy genius (or so I like to think).

I find peace in water, and that’s all I can say.

How ironic.