I watch the baby red eared sliders launch themselves off the logs as I approach the water. These turtles are named sliders for this very reason: they slide–quick as lightning–into the water.
Watching them, I see all the verbs in my mind: they fling, abandon, careen, pop, and even twirl off the log. They parachute, trust-fall, tumble, and fly.
However you say it, it’s so passionate how they fall.
I think that’s how it’s done with God. You pull in your claws, detach, and desperately splash down into the Living Water. You free-fall any which way you can. It doesn’t matter how you reach the water, just that you do–and fast.