Letting Go

Letting go is the precursor to rest.

The trees show us every year.

It’s not about sacrifice, atonement, or losing yourself. Thats never been the plan.

Instead, it’s about vulnerability and trust.

It’s about entering into a season of rooting where He exposes our deepest fears – ones that we ourselves may not even know are there – and then corrects our image of Him with His kindness.

Here we find rest. A posture that lets us breathe again, even the midst of our biggest questions and answers that we wrestle with. It’s finally admitting that He might be trying to set us free if we’ll get out of our own way, letting go of our white-knuckled grip on all the things we thought were true.

Winter is just around the corner, but here in this moment, we prepare by throwing our arms out in a romantic gesture ready to receive His embrace.

Because if our arms our free, there is no more load to carry. The constant struggle to separate truth from lies becomes His burden to carry for us. And as He lifts us up and carries us through the threshold of our veils, He unweaves religion out of our veins so that it’s just us and Him left to dance in the truth.

We let go of swords, of battle plans, of pride, of ambition, of influence, of expectations, of traditions, and of our pillars to simply present ourselves vulnerably before Him to be romanced into the truth of His goodness and love.

Rest is our birthright and our inheritance, if we’ll let go of our striving and instead, embrace the mystery of simplicity.

Because here is where He sets our hearts free.