Tightly grasping
Knuckles white
Hanging on for dear life.
A whisper,
“Let go.”
Yet I hang on
Not oblivious to the pain
Accustomed to it
The unknown is a dark and scary journey
And so the pain and I become one
Bound together by the fear.
Fear of failure
Of rejection
Of shame
Of lack.
The whisper again in my ear,
“Let go.”
But letting go feels to me like giving up
Like being conquered
So I hold on harder
Attempting to control what I cannot.
Still God whispers,
“Let go and let me."
And then it becomes clearLetting go
Is not giving up
It is giving away the control
To the One who is in control of it all.
I open my hands
Palms raised
And in the letting go
The healing begins.
Yes, I know about letting go as well. You belonged, I thought, to me, when you were born. Then you belonged to Scott...that was hard for a mom who had had you with her for so many years. Then Scott died and I've had you with me for a while. But you were not the same you and most likely you will never be that person again. Now you are headed out my door, working, helping others, laughing with friends, going to Yoga classes and becoming the woman God has called into the world for His purpose. I am letting go, once again. It is happy and it is a little sad but it is fulfilling to see you be who He made you to be. Go and share yourself in your world and scatter His love wherever you go...wonderful seeds for the Kingdom. Just remember...your Mama loves you.
ReplyDeleteWell phrased and well said. Nice piece.
ReplyDeleteThank you. Having read your work, I am truly honored. :)
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