Last week, I took my daughter and her friend swimming at the local park district pool on a Saturday afternoon. I swam some laps and then sat on the side in a patch of sunlight that was pouring through the windows. I watched them play and talk while holding onto blue kick boards. My daughter's hair was slicked back by the purple goggles perched on her head, the girls' laughing was swallowed by the high ceilings, and splashes of water echoed like intermittent waves on the shore. The undeniable beauty of this moment struck me suddenly and I realized how much I loved the slowness and smallness of it. I often think of God in big moments and great tasks. I often think of Him on the outside. But here He was inside of this little moment at the pool. Here was His grace and love, strong enough to conquer even death, on the inside of the laughing and splashing. Here He was on the inside of my family, the inside of my life. And, for some reason then, I began writing a list, a list of other small, slow moments that I want to experience with Him on the inside.