31 Days: Pathway to Perseverance - Letting Go

I have a friend who is very wise, kind and thoughtful.  She has lived a life full of experiences and trials and she lives her faith right out loud. She said to me, "Sometimes it is alright to just let go."  She had no idea that her words would linger and be the very expression I have to live into this week.

Letting go is hard. We feel it the first time our children cross the playground on the first day of school. Hearts cringe when we leave our children behind in a dorm room, ready to take first steps to adulthood.  I think of the day we brought our daughter to the Navy recruitment office only to find out she was whisked away through back doors to her new post. No goodbyes allowed. We let go the day a child gets married. You celebrate love and the formation of a new family and at the same time mourn the transition from mom-needed to mom-friend. These times of letting go are hard, but they are also in the natural process of things. Hard, but ultimately good and healing.

What happens when the letting go is not a natural? When it is too early?  When it is unexpected? When it is not your choice? When it is not just hard but soul piercing. When all my memory can see is wildly blonde fluffy hair and toothless grins. A personality that sparkled with energy that completely filled the room. What do you do when your little sparkle, now closer to man than boy uses words and makes choices that fractures relationships, maybe forever.

Sometimes it is alright to just let go.

I carry all of the pain, the confusion, the fear, the unknown to the foot of the cross and I let it go. I bring myself limping and bleeding, with arms up in full surrender and with all of my being and I let it go,  right to God who promises to be with me, to carry me through, to comfort and to protect and to fill my empty hands and my empty heart.

Sometimes it is alright to just let go.




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  1. DianaOctober 28, 2017 at 10:25 AM

    Beautifully written spoke to my heart. I tweeted and shared on Facebook. Letting go is hard but with God's help we can do it. Corrine Ten Boone said to hold people loosely. Blessings

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