There were oh so many straws that bowed my back the last few weeks.
I could list them. My mind right now is tempted to spool back through the memories, the agitations. But the feeling associated with them is gone.
It took one major freak out, an unepected text message leading me to a chapel, and suddenly, there was peace.
I had been so busy fighting. Without really knowing against what. Working so hard to: Control? Perfect? Protect? All it did was make me miserable.
I lamented how tired I was, of fighting, of doing battle every day. And suddenly this space inside me opened up.
I didn’t have to.
I could trust in God. I could trust that He had everything under control. I could let Him handle everything, worry about everything.
I just had to turn to Him for peace, for strength.
And then the craziest thing happened.
While a cascade of little things finally helped me open the door, God answered with one huge thing. A life altering contract of trust.
He may be serious as a sunburn, but I can’t help but see a little of George Burns’ portrayal in God’s divine providence. He certainly has a sense of humor. He is a master of irony.
But while He asks a great amount, He will always be right there to see me through it.