Free Falling

Life seems to be all about learning, implementing, revising, relearning…
Some of those lessons are ones I wish I just had to sit through once and, perhaps if I truly learned the message the first time through, that would be the case.

He’s been teaching me these past many months the art of letting go. Letting go of the old in order to embrace the new. Letting go of what is not working so that He can bring to me what will. Letting go of trying to fix it or work it out on my own, instead allowing Him to bring His perfect will and plans into my life.

Letting go of the old ideas that are not based on the THE living word of God, letting go of the soul-draining stuff that tries to graft itself into my mind instead.

Someone from a great classic piece of literature said something like this, “I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul.” What a weight that would be to bear. I’m grateful to know that I don’t have to helm my own ship, chart my own course, and keep my finger to the wind constantly.

There is great peace that comes with letting go.

For a control-oriented person like me, letting go is never easy. Letting go of my children, letting go of carefully laid plans, letting go of relationnships, letting go of failures…

But I’ve found that there is almost always a direct compensation for letting go. He is always faithful to fill me with new hopes, new ideas, new dreams and – more importantly – fresh faith, fresh vision, fresh excitement.

Letting go means getting to free-fall back into the all powerful and loving arms of God and RESTING. Resting like David, who in Psalm 131 wrote,

“I have stilled and quieted my soul; like a weaned child with its mother, like a weaned child is my soul within me.”

I have a grateful heart today. I came across this poem a while back and it seems to fit perfectly with my quieted thoughts.

As children bring their broken toys
With tears for us to mend,
I brought my broken dreams to God,
Because He was my friend.
But then instead of leaving Him,
In peace to work alone,
I hung around and tried to help,
With ways that were my own.
At last, I snatched them back and cried,
“How can you be so slow?”
“My child,” He said, “What could I do?
“You never did let go.

– Author Unknown

2 Responses to Free Falling
  1. Susie Klein
    October 28, 2011 | 6:50 pm

    Powerful reminder, thank you for this. I’m not a good let go-er either and I am convinced that He has had to practically pry my hands off of things in order to replace it with something much better. Learning, learning, learning!.

  2. Clara-Leigh
    October 29, 2011 | 9:07 am

    THANK YOU for allowing God to siphon these words through you and into my life today. I so needed this exact message!!! Blessings!! CL