She signs the word “drown,”

The sign is a person falling down beneath the surface. It haunts me. It haunted me before the Titan lost contact with its guide ship. It haunts me when I think about times when I have had trouble breathing or when I spend just a few seconds holding my breath in the green-blue river.

We are living beings who need oxygen. Jesus is my oxygen. He went to the depths to save me from drowning.

He went to the depths for all of us.

He is our Rescuer—the air in our lungs.