Sometimes God calms the storm. At other times, he calms the sailor. And sometimes he makes us swim.

I returned to swim class Thursday night, after missing the previous week's session to be with my family in Florida, due to the death of my father. It had been a tough week and a half, and I was physically tired and mentally drained, and did not want to go. But it was good to see Dodie and Kelly again, both of whom have been very supportive, and both of whom hugged me. Good to see Aaron again, too. And it was really good to get back in the pool and work. It was very tough to work hard and laugh at the same time, especially in the water, but we managed. Seeing my friends and working through the drills with them tired me out, but washed away my exhaustion.