Runnning to His Hands Through the Journey

 

Surrender is a very dangerous activity.   Giving up control and agenda almost impossible.  Surrender during a time of vulnerability and stress is even more scary.

And yet...when we do, surrender, the most amazing freedom and peace comes from being in His hands.

To be still and Be with Him and know that He is God and we are not.  The holding on and letting go.  The surrender and the growing and the knowing.  Through it all, God can be trusted to be who He said He would be and do in our lives.

 This is what life is all about.  Consider the following poem my husband read at his Mom's funeral yesterday:

Birth is a beginning

And death a destination

But life is a journey

A going-a growing

From state to stage from childhood to maturity

And youth to age.

From innocence to awareness

And ignorance to knowing;

From fooolishness to discretion

And then perhaps, to wisdom.

From weakness to strength

Or strength to weakness

And, often, back again.

From health to sickness

And back we pray, to health again.

From offense to forgiveness,

From loneliness to love,

From joy to gratitude,

From pain to compassion,

And grief to understanding,

From fear to faith.

From defeat to defeat to defeat,

Until, looking backward or ahead,

We see that victory lies

Not as some high place along the way,

But in having made the journey, stage by stage. 

A sacred pilgrimage.

Birth is a beginning

And death a destination.

But life is a journey, a sacred pilgrimage,

Made stage by stage

To life everlasting.