Saturday, March 25, 2017

the things not meant for me



"I am learning to love the sound of my feet walking away
from the things not meant for me." A.G.



Sarah Bessey, in a beautiful post on surrender, recently wrote these words:
In my life, when it comes to the dawning of change, it can feel as if God presses a thumb down on something in my life. As if to say, “here, this spot, this one, let’s stay here for a while. I want to lean on this.”
And so, that is exactly what happened to me, driving in my car in the middle of the day on a street in downtown Birmingham.  I heard the random quote above on the radio during a break and simultaneously, felt the familiar pressure of God's thumb pressing, gently pressing into my heart.  The things not meant for me.  There.  That's the spot.  

I don't know who A.G. is, despite my best efforts to track down the source of this quote, but I'd love to talk to him/her.  I'd love to know how/when they began to learn to love this sound and how/when they began to discern and define those "things not meant" for them.  

Because the truth is, at forty, I still struggle with this.  With all of the things not meant for me.

It is no secret that the concept of letting go is not one that comes naturally for me.  I wrote about it in my last post - about learning to accept that some things - and some people - are meant to be in our lives only for a season.  But the truth is that some things - and some people - aren't meant to be in our lives at all, and sometimes, those are the hardest to walk away from... even though they are the heaviest to carry.

"Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest." - Jesus

I'm weary lately and I realize it's from carrying those heavy things.  The ones not meant for me.  Sometimes, it's the weight of them and other times, it's just the firmness of my grip.  I seemingly hold on until I reach that familiar impasse where holding on and letting go are equally as painful.  

When we hold on too tightly, we find ourselves with bloodied hands - and bruised hearts.  Especially when we are holding on to the things not meant for us.

What then, do we hold onto?  What do we cling to?  What do we walk towards when we're learning to love the sound of our feet walking away from the things not meant for us? 


His word, of course. 
Our hope:  

"Let us hold tightly without wavering to the hope we affirm, for God can be trusted to keep his promise." - Hebrews 10:23


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