"Let go..."
He whispers somewhat loudly, yet I am the only one who hears.
Those moments are strange, as it seems like He is speaking so loud that everyone else can clearly hear as well.
But those moment are also precious.
Jesus is speaking to ME.
Lindsey, the one who is so awfully stubborn and persistent in her own ways, who hates people telling her what to do and cannot stand knowing she's wrong.
Yep, that's me.
Yet somehow, the Lord still pursues.
Even still.
Even in my sin, my stubbornness, my flesh.
He desires good for me even when I want to go my own way and try to fix things on my own.
And when I stop and realize that, it's almost comforting to give whatever I am grasping so tightly to Christ and let Him cover my sin and heal my heart and hold my future.
Jesus withholds no good thing from his children... It's funny how the enemy so often tries to make us believe that he is taking away or holding out on us.
I'm safe and secure in Christ.
So I can let go of pride.
Of having to be "right."
Of my possessions.
Of my future.
Of my reputation.
Of anything that I try to gain on my own.
Letting go isn't always easy, and sometimes it doesn't always make sense, yet it's so sweet to know that Jesus has a specific plan for MY life.
And I can wholeheartedly trust in that.
I can't even wrap my mind around the grace that is Jesus, but for some
reason, He allows me to know that
grace even still.
And maybe through letting go, I begin
to strip away things that hinder me so that I can see his grace and love more clearly.
