I found myself up early.  Alone.  Reading.  Working diligently on all of the updates, changes, and connectivity issues that seem to be lurking whenever I step near my computer these days.  It is good though.  The quiet.  It gives me time to listen.  Really listen.

As I was reading a sweet lady’s blog post, I was leveled.  Tears.  Big, fat, hot tears.  Her post spoke of letting go amidst all of the broken and hurting pieces of our lives.  To truly surrender into the plan of the Lord.  

“The art of living is about holding on to His promises- & surrendering to His plan.

Hold on to His promises.

Let go into His plan.”

It was the last part though.  That was the part that really got me.  I was thinking of the day that this picture was snapped.  This sweet little, broken baby let me hold him.  He let himself be held and held me back.

“Yes.  Child.  You can keep holding onto Me- because I am always holding on to you.”

How many times has God whispered this to us?  To me?  How wonderful to know that He will never, nor has He ever let me go.  

Or you.


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