Letting go...

In God's upside-down order (aka: His kingdom...the range of His effective rule)....where the weak and powerless, the harassed and helpless are actually the "blessed"....where a shepherd boy would approach (and defeat) a giant that a war-weathered king would avoid...where a refugee baby in the midst of goverment-sanctioned genocide could redeem creation...

In a kingdom such as this...surely it's safe to let go of the constant compulsion to justify myself, manage others' opinions of me, and do what I can to be "successful"...isn't it?

There's something very...safe...about letting go. If you think about it, that seems like quite a contradiction. Like a child who finally pushes off the side of the swimming pool to float into the open arms of her father. Between the time she lets go of the ledge and the time that her father's arms come around her...there's a moment of breathless fear. Am I going down? But once she is in her father's arms, she is brought into a realization of the wider world around her. She finds that there is more to life than the tiny details of her excursion in the pool. She knows she can look around and splash and play...without fear of sinking. You never know....she might just get adventurous.