Letting Go--Part 2

Sunday John and Christa left for Montreal. Last year when Christa went to France for a study abroad, she told John and me to "let it go," meaning all of the details. Yesterday, while she is in Canada for 9 weeks, began Phase Two of that lengthy process of continuously placing her in God's hands. Sounds simple and obvious--from a distance. Anyone who has ever clutched tightly to a precious treasure, at any age of life, recalls the pain of prying clinched fingers from an object or dearly loved person. And so, we let go--a little more each hour, each day, each year--until we are completely on our faces before God, empty handed and in complete submission to His indescribably elaborate feast of riches. Then we wonder why we did not offer our delicate prize to Him in the first place. We observe how He polishes imperfections we never witnessed and molds giftedness we never employed. On His table our undeniable treasure becomes a pure vessel, an overflowing fountain, a screaming witness to His majesty, wisdom, and love-scheme. Within His stable a crippled stallion heals in a harness of undeserved favor to gallop faster and farther and to leap hurdles higher than any trained beast has ever flown. We let go, feeling helpless and lonely and uninvolved, only to look into the face of the One who IS our help, our comfort, our power. Why do we clutch our treasures when we can cling to His treats? Simultaneously, why don't we "let go" of things dearly loved and fall at the feet of the One who treasures us enough to "let go" of His Treasure in Heaven to fall completely on His face before God and a watching world, empty handed and in complete submission, so that we could sidle up to a Feast of Elaborate Riches, prepared for us from the foundation of the world.