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The Art of Letting Go
I want to look into the eyes of Jesus & want Him more than I want anything.
& even if I am left with nothing, if I am stripped of all hope & promises, if I just have Him, then I am wholly satisfied.
I want to love God with all that I have, though it may not be much, & though it may cost me everything.
I want to fight for You, till the ends of the earth, I want to fight for You. Not for Your promises, not for Your blessings, not for the things You can offer me, but You & You alone- the presence that sustains me for eternity.
& although right now it hurts to let go, I want to trust You enough, Daddy, to give it up.
Like a Child Again
A simple 30 second prayer later, she looks at me, smiling.
"It doesn't hurt! I just feel a tingly feeling in my knee but that's about it!"
"Well, is it still bleeding?""Nothing's leaking through my band-aid, so no!"
We laugh together.
Her eyes, wide open, twinkling with an inkling of hope for a better life.