During summer holidays, my cousin and I would make many trips to her local swimming pool. There was a high dive and a deep end. We would take turns climbing the stairs, walking out to the edge of the board and jumping in. Sometimes I would let the impact of my jump send me to the bottom of the pool and then I would use the floor to push my way back to the surface.
My family and I found ourselves standing at the edge of one of life’s high dives in June of last year. We were moving from London to Delhi.
We took the plunge and it was like an out-of-body experience. I remember that last hour in our London home, scurrying around, then pausing to take in the rooms one more time. We choked back tears before we drove to the airport and flew away. We arrived in Delhi and we sank, pushed down by the heaviness of the change and the weight of all the newness.
Now we’re almost to the end our first year in our new city.
Some days I’m not sure if we’ve surfaced gasping for breathe and exhilarated, or if we’re still somewhere in the water, pushed down by the weight of all that has been new for us.
Our year of new things had held great sorrow but it has also held surprising joy. The God who knows us and calls us to the high dive hasn’t done so to watch us drown but has done so to bless us. We have the sweet, sweet understanding that through it all we’re held, enjoyed, and tended too, and that there are good reasons for the journey we’re on.
Here is a small collection of photographs from our first year.
Thunder and Lightning
One Way to Bathe