When we really get how brief

and uncertain life is,

then we stop taking things

for granted and pay rapt attention

to the beauty

and richness

of life all around us.

~Mark Coleman

sift through the baggage of the day…..

inquiry for today~ what will hold it all today?

what is special?

The art of letting go is allowing time fall down around you and being present.

We think our control keeps us safe, but it actually keeps us bound.

The truth is, our letting go allows God to hold us, to heal us,

and to transform us. In surrender, our control falls apart into something greater,

a larger grace, a boundless place where our hearts expand.

Surrender leads us into what we can not fully understand,

hence what we can’t control. Surrender is our fall into sanity, to becoming

whole and wise- bathing in grace. Letting go is allowing ourselves to fall apart

into the wholeness of God. An art we engage in the moment we hit our knees,

lift our eyes, to ‘let go and let God.’ Letting go is like a trust fall into the arms of

God. The art of letting go is a pilgrimage of the spirit where the suffering of our

ego falls apart into the gratitude of our joy. A deconstruction into

wholeness. Where forgiveness breaks open the prison of our suffering

into the freedom of God. Where resistance falls away into acceptance and joy,

grace and peace. We let go so that we might become who we really are- our

eternal self, our whole self, our true self, found in Christ, in the Holy Spirit,

and in the Father. For You are the light in this world as you walk in your

being born of the radiance of God once broken by the fall now born again,

anew, from heaven. Wholeness flows from our being fresh from the springs

of God- joy is the strength of our heart the breath of our being

the light of our eyes dancing in the wholeness of perichoresis.

Drink deep the springs of heaven cultivating a thankful heart bursting in the

fullness of joy walking in our spirit that dances in the choreography of God-

And as we awaken in who we really are, our past, our present, and future begin

to converge into this present moment, this living present-

as time falls away like mists in the wind, the veil of eternity is torn

where we walk with God in the cool of the day.

~Bob Holme