The Holding and Letting Go…
Open hands , Closed hands . Hands open is how we can receive. When tightly grasp we cannot release, nor accept. Not only do we rob ourselves, but we cannot extend the gifts to others.
When end was nearly here of my three months stay at camp; I was wearied, happy, and nosologist of what was to come. Summer coming to and end, a time I would never be able to return. The longest I had ever been away at that point nearly 6 years ago from home, yet the roots run deep and strong continuing to grow.
In the same way, Europe changed me, but harder for me than camp. I don’t know if I’d ever see many of the friends I had made again. Even when I do go back, it will not ever be the same. The 5.5 months away were hard, I learned to have faith in ways I never had to have it before, to forgive, and to this day it still one of my favorite trips.
However, I had to let go of camp and Europe (though 4.5. years later I feel I am only now able to adapt back home) in order to return fully home. One of my homes away from the home. It’s never the places, it’s always my people. They’ve got me tethered to their hearts. No matter where I go, I know there’s a safe haven for me to go back. That’s allows me to be open to going and coming. To go where God has sent me and to come home when He tells me.
Open your hands
By hands open, I can pick up what is needs to do at the time. Do it and then release when comes time to re-open my hands and my heart. To be open, it must be clear. An open door means nothing unhindered. Open hands, leaves room for a hand to slip inside. Open hearts lets God work, to hear and to do what He says. It takes courage to go through an open door. It takes strength to open hands.
What is in your hands? What is yours to free and what is yours to hold?