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I love the ocean.

Those huge waves rolling in.

Crashing and churning.

Levelling out into waist high.

Then –

  • Thigh high.

  • Knee high.

  • Ankle high.

Before rippling out to die on the beach, spitting out all kinds of treasures.

A much younger (and stupider and reckless) me would wade in.

  • Dive below those breakers.

  • Surface on the other side.

  • Deep smooth water to frolic and play and swim.

I never gave a thought to what might be swimming alongside me in those deep waters.

Then came the inevitable time when I’d caught a big wave and rode it out to the beach.

A shrill whistle and mad waving from a lifeguard caught my attention.

In my harmless enjoyment I’d re-entered from the deep ocean into an area outside the markers placed by the lifeguards.

I stood up.

A little below waist high.

As if tied by a rope, my legs were gripped and pulled back to sea.

I tried to step forward.


Forward again.

All manner of thoughts raced through my mid.

  • I was tired.

  • I was hungry.

  • I was scared.

  • I wanted my mother. (Don’t laugh.)

Mad sideways waving of hands by the lifeguard brought me back to the immediate danger I was facing.

I was caught in an undercurrent.

A riptide.

Think. Think. Think.

Don’t fight it.

“Break the grip of the rip and swim parallel to the shore.”

Go sideways with it.

It will spit you out further along.

It did.

Quite a way down.

Battered and Bruised.


I did go back to swimming beyond the breakers.

But always checked to go back into the designated area.

I was fortunate.

That time.

Many years on I no longer dive below breakers to swim in cool dark water.

I paddle ankle deep.

Okay, maybe waist deep.

I stay within marked perimeters.

Dwelling on this memory my thoughts drifted to the undercurrents in my life.

Nowadays I’m aware of big dangers.

The “stuff” that lurks in the deep water below the breakers.

I know how to avoid them.

It’s the little ones that trip me up.

The undercurrents.

I thought I’d conquered impatience.

But forty-five minutes on the phone with a health care provider, being passed through three different people and listening to menu after menu after menu –

Proved me wrong.

Especially as I finally hung up without my problem being resolved.

Another employee of the same company, unaware of my experience earlier in the day, called.

About the same issue.

I took a deep breath and listened. Then –

Wait for it…….

I passed the phone to the Captain and said –

“You deal with it.”

He did.

And me?

Humbled, but still annoyed and irritated, I realized that the “Undercurrent of Impatience” is alive and doing well.

I was lucky. The Captain was there to rescue me.

He often has to do that.

Sometimes I have to rescue him.

Usually damage control!

The time might come when you find yourself called on to be someone’s Captain.

  • It could be family.

  • It could be a friend.

  • It could be a frenemy.

  • It could be a stranger.

  • It could even be a cause.

When our Lord call you to be the Captain of someone or something, listen.

Then obey.

Cyber Hugs and Blessings All.


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