I can't do it. I read and am reminded of the real things of life: of love, of hope, of trust. I see my failures. I cannot make those memories happen. I cannot respond to the dear one who begs me to swim next time. I cannot care. Yes, I know that in God all things are possible. Indeed, only through Him can I even get out of bed. I know that in Him I can find the strength. That I will dig out my swimsuit and goggles. The cry for closeness from a little heart that I struggle to reach is stronger than my dislike of the water. But only because God softens me, hears my cry, and gives me another chance to get closer.