Devotion

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What if I don’t own anything? My voice. My world. My life. My mind. My thoughts, My body. My heart. My destiny. My purpose. What if all of that belongs to God? What if I can actually let go of all of it…every tendril of it…every subtle nuance that I keep thinking, over and over again, that I need to “fix” or “control” or change. Give it all back to God, back to Life, back to Grace. I love that word, “grace”. There seems to be such a living, breathing naturalness to iit–an ease and a “rightness”, a feeling of Home.

Maybe that’s what devotion is: the answering of the strong pull toward coming Home.

I notice I am tired of wandering…struggling to understand what I’m meant to be doing and searching for the next step forward–maybe it’s this way, maybe it’s that way. I’m tired of trying to make the puzzle pieces fit. What if I let it all wash over me like the ocean waves and just went with it? What if I trusted everything that looks like an obstacle or a challenge as a reminder to let that go too, to give it back to God? Every confusion. Every uncertainty. Every made-up judgment about the way things have gone or how they’re supposed to go. Every plot-twist and frustration. 

How delicious could it be to turn that all back over to God?

This is my declaration, my devotion: Release. Release. Release. Over and over again. Lean in to God, to Life, to Love, again and again and again–until there is a memory in my bones and in my heart of how it’s done…until what seems to be a “doing”...a remembering or a returning…a listening or a prayer…is a thorn dropped by the wayside. Until there is no more “doing” per se, only uncluttered peace and natural Love.

What’s exciting to me is that the journey itself is enough already. Somehow, stepping on the path is already joy, no matter where it goes. I feel God extend a hand and whisper, “Come with Me.” The pull toward the Beloved and the embrace are One. The searching and the finding are One.