With all his tiny strength he held on. I was amused and in awe at the tiny little fingers. They were so small, so cute and so fragile. After a while, he finally let go.
As I think about it, I realize that I too have things I hold on to with my tiny little hands. I clasp onto them with all my tiny strength and forget that there are hands that are much bigger and more capable of holding on to it all for me.
It is not easy but
I let go -
not into nothingness, but into His capable hands.
My hands are not big enough.
His hands are bigger than my mine, stronger than mine, more capable than mine.
Letting go...
Letting go.
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I am learning little by little that the right answers do not avail much unless they become a personal revelation.
All the right answers are there and they are so easy to give to other people but knowing is nothing unless it is an experiential knowing.
