I’m a keeper. I like to grab hold of what’s mine and not relinquish it. They are just my own little wants, my big dreams, and my life expectations. And I sit here with a clenched fist holding intensely to what I know is the essence of who I am. As my knuckles turn white, I am holding on to all that I deem is mine. Unfortunately, the harder I hold on the more I lose. My wants trickle through the crevices between my fingers.

So I find myself with clenched fists offering my desires to God. But yet, I don’t want to open my fingers. I continue grasping so tightly to what I can not hold.

As I slowly pry my fingers open…painfully slowly…I find myself pleading… “God, will you really take care of it? Can I trust you with my desires? my dreams? my life?”

And painstakingly slowly, one by one, my fingers open. I am left with an empty hand before God. And what is left is trust.

Will I trust that God will take all of me and make me his?
Will I trust that He hears?
Will I trust that the Creator of the universe will care for little me, for my desires?

I offer up to him all that I have …which is nothing. And He gives all that he is… which is everything.

He has endowed me with peace for this moment, a trust for today, and a promise to go with me into tomorrow.              

And so… I let go.