Tiny hands wildly grasp and a temper ensues.
My daughter is a spirited child that loves to explore.
She finds ways to get into everything she’s not supposed to.
When she’s found out, her fists hold tightly to whatever she has.
Looking at her, I can get angry.
But then I realize…
She is a picture of me.
I am clinging.
To my dreams of how I think life should be.
To my desires for success.
To my longing for acceptance.
To my ideas, expectations and ways.
When what I need to do is
Just. Let. Go.
What do you need to release to God today?