I am or have been incredulous because that which I can’t believe are those things which I can’t control. When I thought I was in control of things – those things, or life, did not seem strange, weird or unbelievable or random.
Perhaps, I was blind to such things and in being blind to them I was missing life and love and beauty. And the grace…the mere grace that comes in the surrender of attempting to control or do anything is amazing although unsettling in its initial appearing.
It is in the absence of doing, and in resting in Jesus and knowing the love of the Father that the Holy Spirit can have his way with our hearts, tend and mend our brokenness and heal our loss and sadness.
"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.”
~Matthew 11:28
