If you responded to the post title by humming the tunes of George Michael and the Beatles, you’re in good company with my brain today. Or maybe not-so-good company.
Either way, I’ve been thinking a lot about all the song titles out there–although not necessarily the song’s lyrics–that have to do with surrender, releasing, turning it over, all action steps for having faith.
Why, you might ask, am I hyper-focused on letting things be? Because, as much as I love the idea of faith, love to talk about it and love to tell others, “ya gotta have faith,” I suck at it right now.
This is my brain state: twin tracks of worry and anxiety. Throw impatience and obsessive behavior onto those tracks and look out! There’s about to be a big-ass train wreck.
Release me from the bondage of self
What’s the problem, you ask? My sweetie and I are moving in three weeks but we don’t know where! One contract on a house fell through (a very good thing) and the house we fell in love with over the weekend (stunning and perfect) already has a contract in the works with another couple.
Damn it, Jim!
So we’re packing like fiends (We’re also committed to a three-week house-sitting stint for friends that begins in 10 days!) but have no clue where the boxes and all our furniture will end up.
I am in contingency plan overload as we work every conceivable angle to try to win the house. It truly is a perfect house for us in a booming area of the Dallas metroplex. You know the feeling of wanting something so much that you can’t sleep, and every thought is about seeing yourself immersed in what you want?
Be honest. Of course you do. Even the most Joe-cool of you knows what I’m talking about.
So, what to do? Well, I sat my butt down in my writing chair this morning and after (okay, it was during) writing my customary morning pages, I grabbed my phone and started scrolling through my tunes. I got the picture quickly.
Hello? Anybody heard about a little movie called Frozen?
The 40,000-foot view
People talk about the high-altitude picture of a situation, the “view from 40,000 feet.” The ultra control freak in me thinks I would soooo love that view–think of all the answers I could get instantly. I could, in effect, see into the future.
But is that what I really want? Even if I had super-powers, would I be satisfied? Probably not.
Seems like it might be a better choice to give the faith idea an extra look. I wrote about faith this morning and here’s what I determined:
God is at work here, smack dab in the middle of our moving process. My job is to have faith in right outcomes and to trust the process.
I sat with that for awhile, let the idea slowly rise in me until I was full up.
Then, I surrendered all.
The rest of today has been pack one box, tape it closed, pack another box, stack it on the first. God is at work here.
P.S. Do you get the meaning of the license plate in the photo? It was mine when I lived in Missouri. I used to tell people that I needed so many constant reminders to surrender that I put it on my car!