We don’t really see it, do we? That sometimes the only way to keep something is to let it go. Things must be allowed to take their due course. All things must grow and to grow each must be granted their God-given right to freedom. We cannot cage things to keep them close forever. Sometimes the best thing we can do is let go and trust that God will turn the paths of all things to their rightful endings.
I’m not a poet, though I can be poetic. I’m not a dreamer, though I can imagine a world unlike anything I can see. I’m not a romantic, but I find beauty where others see scars. I’m not perfect and I may see the world through the shards of broken glasses, but it’s a broken world, and maybe I see clearer through the shards.
I’m not a poet, really; people who know me know that is the truth. But, I am a human, an artist, and an aesthete, as such I admire art: the manifestation of creativity. But, not only do I admire human art, I also love God’s art. You don’t think we serve a creative God? Look around! Everything you see is beautiful beyond description, the manifestation of our God’s massive creativity. And as is true of any artist, our work is made to be admired, enjoyed, and applauded. But, even God had to let go…
Today it’s all about the word: temporal.
Here today, gone tomorrow. For everything there is a time and season. That kind of stuff. Nothing lasts forever, and sometimes we need to let go. You art, your success, your childhood toys, old memories of days gone by. We don’t always need to forget, but we do need to let go, especially when something is holding us back. God can’t use you like He wants to if you don’t move on with your life past what you think, what you want, and you won’t let go of your plans and dreams. My idea for a story isn’t always the one I need to tell. God lets me know this but I don’t always want to give up on my plans and my hard work. So, I hold on and refuse to let go of it. But it only wastes my time and God’s.
God taught us how to let go. He let the one thing He loved most in heaven come to earth and die. He let Jesus go down to earth and live and die as He was drowned in our filth and sin on the cross. God had to let go; but there is hope. Jesus rose again and ascended up to heaven to prove that God loves and cares for us. Letting go doesn’t always mean giving up. God had a plan and all things work together for good in His timing to those who love Him and are called according to His purpose. I’m learning this more and more that it’s not always my good that all things work together for, but the good of God’s purpose worked through me.
I do poetry an injustice.
All I can do is speak my mind: no thought for rhyme, reason, time, or season.
I say the words I need to hear
And troubled minds can see my art: a word, a letter, a line, a verb.
To the winsome, winding, wayward, weary, beggar, wandering: a word can heal their wounded heart.
My prayer is ever that what I say is not my words but those that God would have my write and speak.
Let the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart, be acceptable in thy sight, O LORD, my strength, and my redeemer.
As always, thanks for reading.
–the anonymous novelist