Remember yesterday? There I was laying on my back hoping for a picture of falling leaves. In the waiting and watching I wondered, Does the tree let go of the leaf or does the leaf let go of the tree? A sort of which comes first, the chicken or… the egg?
In the letting go of a perfect picture, I pondered the thought. Remembered Solomon’s words.
For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; a time to seek, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; a time to tear, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; a time to love, and a time to hate; a time for war, and a time for peace.
It’s not so much about which is which, but more about timing. The leaf must be ready, the tree must be ready, and a breeze helps ever so much. I notice there’s nothing forced about it.
It’s the same with me. When I force an issue, determine to let go of something without the Spirit’s breeze, without being ready, true healing and transformation rarely happens. And there’s nothing I can do to control the timing, nothing I can do to speed up the process. Not. One. Thing.
Long ago I might have been frustrated with this idea. But not today. Today it feels like freedom. Yes! Letting go of controling my own transformation and the timing of it frees me to be.
And so I give thanks! Thanks for the freedom that comes when I allow God to heal and transform in His time and His way.