Letting go. Again. Many times a day.
Sometimes I think I’m tired of letting go.
I am tired because I have need to let go.
I have picked up again
what is not mine to carry.
Letting go of failures, wasted time, distractions, confusion,
condemnation, and crankiness.
Letting go of dreams, ideals, expectations.
I must let go to empty my hands before I can grab hold of His
unfailing love.
He believes in me! He loves me. He has redeemed me
with his blood. Called me beautiful. Called me His own.
Why would I? Why do I hold onto anything else?
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