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I Won't Let Go

Last night when I was looking for the Mumford & Sons song, I saw this song on a playlist for one of our local radio stations. I know I had heard it before, but just the title grabbed me. As I drove into work, I was thinking about the song and my SAM. As I switched between radio stations to avoid the morning talk radio (which is why I hate to listen to the radio here in Cleveland to begin with!), the song came on the radio. REALLY. I could hardly believe it and I actually laughed out loud. I thought it into reality ;) Everything happens for a reason...



As I listened to the song, I thought about each of my kids. I hope that they know that this is how I feel about them. I won't let them go it alone, but at the same time I will let them do it on their own. I guess that makes me training wheels on their life-bike. And they are at the time in their lives that their training wheels have been raised and only catch when they falter. Sometimes, the force of the fall will overcome the training wheels and they'll hit the ground anyway. Mama will be there to pick them up, kiss the boo-boo, wipe the tears and assure them that they can do it again. I believe in them and they trust me.

When I looked up the lyrics--I am a visual person and reading has more impact than hearing for me--it made me think of our Father in Heaven. He has that same promise for each of us. He will be there. He will be your strength, he will carry you, he will give you hope and a future, he has plans to prosper and not to harm you, he is there for you to take refuge in him. You can trust him; he wants you to let go and give your life over to him. It does not mean giving up your free will. It means believing that God will always make a way for you. It means that there will be unanswered prayers because your Father knows what you need and where you are going. He has better things in store for each of us than we can even imagine. He's alive in our Plan B--making a way for the best things made just for you! He's the reason everything happens and why there is no coincidence.

So, "Take delight in the Lord, and he will give you your heart's desires. Commit everything you do to the Lord. Trust him, and he will help you." (Psalm 37:4-5, NLT)

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