I wake up in the morning and roll out of bed knowing that
today is the day we find out. My fists
are clenched and I try to just breathe and not worry. To trust that it will all be ok no matter
what.
I don’t “do” waiting well and then when the day finally
comes…I don’t “do” trusting that it will all be okay, no matter what- well
either.
I walk to the kitchen, grab my favorite coffee cup, pick
my favorite coffee, and push the brew button.
(Because this is how I “make” coffee now.)
I tell myself to just breathe and let go and let God. But that is a hard thing to do sometimes and
I have ALL day before we find out if it is good news or not so good news.
Unfortunately, when I am consumed with worry and fear I
lash out at my people. I may speak
harsher or say “um hmmm” when I’m not really listening…or just yell at the
first disagreement with the kids.
I’m told that it’s in my genes to worry. (what comes with
lack of height makes up for in LOADS of worry genes. I could be really tall if the worry gene was
actually for height!)
Clenching and clinging to worry can choke the life right
out of me. Unclench my fists and
opening my hands to what is will bring hope, joy, and RELEASE.
I think about fireflies or lightning bugs – whatever you
want to call them – and how as kids we would catch these little things and put
them in jars. Trap them and poke little
tiny holes in their new homes! Hoping that they would light for us in the jar…but
often times they wouldn’t. They would
just crawl around in the jar looking for a way out. As soon as we’d open the jar and release them…they’d
light up all over the yard again. Like
they were saying, “YES, thank you it is so good to be free!”
That is kind of how it feels to let go of worry and fear.
But to let go of worry and fear and to trust God with it all…is hard for
me. You see, I am a get it done on my
own kinda girl. I feel like if I just do
it…I can get it done better or my solution would be better. If I know where all the holes are in my road…I
can avoid them myself. If I just clean up the toys-it will be done the way I
want it to be done. If I clean up the
dishes-it will be done the way I think it should be done. If I vacuum the carpet-it will have those
pretty little lines in it and it will be done right. (I am a little – okay A LOT – obsessed…maybe?)
So, because of my obsession and my “genes” (kidding) I have a hard time of
letting go. BUT…when I finally RELEASE
this feeling it is like being set free out of the jar.
How
do I release it…I take a deep breath, unclench my fists,
slowly open my hands (because my fingers
have been curled up for soooo long that it hurts to open them), look to
Jesus and say, “I give it to you!
Whatever the end result is…I trust you with it ALL. It may not be the answer that I am hoping and
praying for but I trust it all with You.
Because You work everything for our good and I will find joy and hope in
You.”
God is bigger than any problem…I have to actively remind
myself of this.
Around 4:00pm I get the news…and it’s what we prayed
for. I let out a huge sigh of relief as
my shoulders finally relax. I give thanks to Him. It’s the lid of the jar
opening and all the clenching and clinging being released into the air while
His light shines for us to see. His
light was always shinning in the midst of this storm—I was just too blind
with my fear to see it. I only focused
on being trapped in the jar with my fear that I never even looked for the light
in the storm. I never even saw His light shining through those little air holes
in the lid and more importantly…I never saw Him standing right next to me in
the jar. He surrounds me…always.
It’s a learning curve for me…to give thanks for it
all. The good and what I would call
bad---but to know that He is with us in it all.
He goes before us and walks with us through it all.
“Eucharisteo—thanksgiving—always
precedes the miracle.” ~Ann Voskamp
Look for the light…in the hard times and the easy
times. His light is always there shining
for you. AND when you see His light…maybe---just
maybe…you can be the light for someone else.
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