Our close friends moor their boat in the same lake where my Great-Grandfather drowned, years ago, on opening day of fishing season. Our daughters’ favorite new friend tragically drowned in a swimming hole at camp where she was a junior counselor mere weeks ago. Another dear friend’s brother recently drowned in their parents’ pond.
It’s all just too much, entirely overwhelming and terribly scary.
It would be easy for us to spend this summer crippled with worry, afraid of the water. In fairness, it’d be perfectly logical. But we celebrate that God is bigger than all the sadness in this world and “… has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind.” 2 Timothy 1:7