Earlier this week, I heard some reflections on faith that have been rolling around in my brain.Have you ever heard the expression, Give it to God? If you haven’t, it means releasing your worries to God and letting him handle it.
I have to say, when I’ve been told that, it feels really trivial. It feels like the person saying it is simplifying my problem into a nice, neat solution.This reflection was so much richer than that. This reflection was about the beauty of faith. The beauty of releasing this idea that we have control over anything. The beauty of hope.
These words meant so much to me in that moment. Because in that moment, my heart was not at rest. And my heart hadn’t been at rest in a while.I thought about it later, I wanted that. I wanted the peace of letting go. In life in general, I know that I have this idea that I have control, especially at work, where I feel like I am there to help. But I can’t even control that. Despite my best intentions, sometimes the best I can do is sit with someone in their moment of pain because again, I have no control. None of us really do.
I thought about what I wanted to let go of. Stories that I have been holding onto. Stories that I have been taking to heart.And I realized that in my desperation to maintain this control, I lost the beauty of faith. I lost hope. Because I thought that if I did enough, or if someone else did enough, and I forgot about hope.
I went into this business of helping because I wanted to help people. That seems so silly. That is my 17 year old, high school senior self saying that. I still feel that way though.The great thing about wanting to help people is this belief that circumstances can change, life can be better. Hope.
Maybe in the day to day, it is easy to forget that. I’ve mentioned a few times that I often lose sight of my truths.Yet this is the season of Advent. The season of joyful hope. The undercurrent of joy and faith.
The undercurrent that was buried in this period of unrest.I drove home tonight reflecting on the events of the week, the day. My thoughts made a connection between those events and letting go of those stories that I had been holding onto.
I watched the sunset behind the mountains as I drove.I felt the beauty of faith.