Letting Go and Breathing Out
There are things in my life that leave my jaw clenched and my knuckles white. Things that make me hold my breath up in my shoulders instead of deep in my belly. Things that make me feel wound up tight and confused.
And I don’t like that feeling. I want it to go away, but it seems like I have to do something more to make that happen. To be more patient. To get more done. To be more in control. But the truth is all of those efforts only make it worse. What I really need is one simple word that feels anything but simple.
Really. That’s it. It’s what it all comes down to. All of those things that sneak in and scream in my head.
What if my kids get sick, really sick?
What if I get sick?
Will there be enough money?
What if she doesn’t like me?
What if I never lose the weight?
What if I’m the worst mom in the world?
What if I’m a failure?
The questions can plague me, overshadowing my day and darkening my night. But just like faith is a choice, so is trust.
We can trust that we are never alone.
Trust that God has it all in control.
Trust that spinning myself in circles will not make anything better.
Because when we choose trust we can finally exhale and that brings us closer to home with every breath.
This post is part of a series 31 days to Finding Your Way Home. You can see more posts about the journey here.
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About Becky Hastings
I am emotional and logical. I am strong and dependent. I am a juxtaposition of head and heart exploring it all through writing. And in all my mixed-up ways I am loved. I'm here to tell you that you are, too. Just the way you are.