This morning I laid it all down once again...at the cross. Every once in awhile I find myself carrying things I was not made to carry. I trust in God. My faith is in Him. So...I started to give Him what I was carrying this morning..one by one I looked at all of this and began to weep. I wept because I realize that when I hold onto these things in my life, I'm not really trusting Him.
I handed Him my children...and asked him to fashion them as He chooses and protect them along the way.
I handed Him my will...to conform it to His.
I handed Him my body image...and asked Him to help motivate me to focus on my health.
I handed Him my hormones...and relinquished control to my Maker, Creator.
I handed Him my marriage...and thanked Him for the amazing gift that it is and asked Him to bless it.
I handed Him my relationships...and asked Him to cultivate each one or dissolve it if not healthy.
I handed Him my hurts...and asked Him to heal me.
I handed Him my time...and asked Him to help me prioritize and show me what's important.
I handed Him my husband...and asked Him to help me be the helpmate He's called me to be.
I handed Him my plans..and asked Him to line them up with His, plans for a hope and a future.
I handed Him my future...and asked Him to order my steps.
I handed Him my failures..and asked Him to help me see them as learning tools.
I handed Him my victories...and gave Him the Glory and asked Him to keep me from pride.
I handed Him my dreams...and asked Him redirect any that are not from Him.
I handed Him my heart...and thanked Him for being so gentle, so loving, so willing.
He is so gentle, so willing. As He took each one, He let me talk, He listened. When I was done...He reminded me that His burden is light....so we traded.
He kindly spoke to my heart and reminded me...that those things I handed Him were not mine to begin with. They are His. No doubt I have them; a husband, children, time...but they are His. Suddenly I am thankful. I trust Him...and He trusts me.
I feel lighter. Ready to begin my day.