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Let Go. Let God #459


(I've decided to consolidate a couple of my blogs, and moved my other blog: One Woman's Walk Through the Bible over here, so if you're new to Suzanne, welcome! I hope you'll look around and stay awhile!)

Today's Verses:

Luke 1: 38 "Mary responded, "I am the Lord's servant. May everything you have said about me come true."

47: "You are blessed because you believed that the Lord would do what he said."


I read somewhere today that God will keep bringing you back to a lesson until you master it.

For me, the issue is trust.

I have a great challenge trusting the unseen, the unknown, believing that I can truly trust God's plan  for my life, when my own plans don't always work out.

Even today...after I've written a 31-day devotional on drawing closer to God while waiting for an answer to prayer, I still find it difficult to completely trust that God is directing my steps, has a plan for my life, is working everything out for good.

Which I suppose makes me human.

I suppose the only thing to do in these situations is to keep trying to trust God. Keep trying to find ways to understand the unknowable, trust that even though I can't see the future, God can and has a better handle on it than I would, if I could.

This whole issue of learning to trust God reminds me of what it's like to learn how to swim. You hold onto the side of the pool with a death grip that turns your knuckles white, while you look longingly over your shoulder at the other people having a blast swimming and floating and playing in the middle of the pool.

You know that the only way you can join them is to let go.

But you can't because you're afraid that if you do, you'll surely drown.

In instances like this, our fear is more tangible than the possibility that we might actually be able to swim, or at least float, or at least discover that our feet can touch the bottom of the pool and we can stand..and at the very least, we're not going to drown. But we can't discover any of these things because our fear has paralyzed us into being glued to the side of the pool by our own death grip.

Maybe this si what God is trying to tell me (us). Let Go. Trust that you'll be okay, one way or another. Trust. Let Go. Let God.

Let Go. Let God.

I guess I'll probably keep running into these not so subtle signs from God, until I finally let go.



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