Life isn’t happening to me, it’s happening FOR me. And as soon as I realized that, life really began to open up for me.
Sitting here writing this as I reflect and think on my journey, to every moment that led me to this current present state.
The older I get the less I realize I know.
The older I get the more I’m learning to surrender.
I’ve got a secret. Or maybe it’s not a secret.
But I, up until recently, was a control freak. And it damaged alot of relationships and ruined some good things. Well, I don’t know if I believe it ‘ruined’ anything. What I do know is, I know a different way now.
I used to think that if I didn’t make something happen, that it would never happened. I often wanted and pursued things out of desperation and lack. When I did this, I chased away the very thing I wanted and often settled for something that either wasn’t a match to who I really was, or it wasn’t entirely what I wanted but ‘good enough’ was better waiting on that thing that was just right for me.
The thing about ending up somewhere less than where we want to be is that we never let go of the desire to be where we really want to be. And as we move closer to that, anything that isn’t aligned with that desire, has to fall away. That in itself isn’t always a pleasant experience.
But in it, we learn to let go. To surrender. To not force anything that doesn’t feel right. And we know when something doesn’t feel right. We vow not to do anything that isn’t aligned with what we want.
We vow to let go. To take our hands off everything and let God do His thing, work His magic.
Faith is believing in something we cannot see.
Faith is letting go of desperation, of anything less than trust in our deepest desires.
Faith is letting go and letting God.