I’m the little girl who swam in a trash can. Yep, you heard right. I really did do this. My mom and my dad were teenagers when I was born. We lived in a lower income neighborhood with little money for luxuries. Of course, we didn’t have a simming pool. No one did.
I would dream of swimming begging my mother for a swimming pool. Perhaps poverty can inspire creativity, determination and hard work because you just can’t buy whatever you desire? So when I asked my mother for a swimming pool for the zillionth time, she came up with the seemingly brilliant idea to use a trash can.
I believe I was about 4 years old when I first filled that trash can with water. The can was so dirty that the water was muddy brown. I didn’t dare get in. I remember how hard it was trying to tip the trash can over so the dirty water would spill out. It was a big deal for one so little. Somehow I managed to dump the water, clean it out, and repeat this process until the water was somewhat clean. But another problem surfaced…
I was too little to climb in. Not willing to give up, I dumped the water out yet again, and moved the trash can over to the steps refilling it with water. At least, I could jump in using the steps, and jump in I did!
As the years passed, I continued to dream of having a pool one day. I often told my husband how much I yearned for a swimming pool. He would reply, “Barb, are you crazy? You know how much they cost! You know how much work pools are!”
Should I dare to dream? It seemed so far far away. While I knew my life would be just fine without a pool, why did this desire never leave me? Do you think God cares about your dreams?
As it turned out, my husband and I tried to have a baby for quite a few years with no results. I made the decision to have laparoscopic surgery which revealed a problem with my fallopian tubes. This finding led to the us to the Duke Infertility Clinic and a few more years of trying various procedures. Needless to say, it was a very difficult time in my life, but it was also the time when my husband finally agreed that we could put in a pool in our backyard.
My heart was absolutely broken because of infertility issues. On one hand, I was finally receiving my long-awaited desire for a pool; and yet, on the other hand, I wasn’t able to have a baby – my new desire. Do you think God cares about the desires of your heart?
Psalm 18:19 says, “19 He also brought me out into a broad place; He delivered me because He delighted in me.”
Do you believe God delights to give you the desires of your heart?
ALL I CAN SAY IS WE GOT THE BABY TOO!