Go ahead.
Admit it.
The burdensome load's gotten way too heavy for your wounded heart.
You thought you could haul the stifling pain around on your own forever.
You've almost gotten comfortable with the weight of the burden.
All the toxic sludge that should have been dumped long ago.
It's time to release, to let go, to say farewell.
To guilt and shame and past regrets.
All the coulda / woulda / shoulda's.
All the resentments and secret sins and ugly lies that have stacked up like rotting firewood.
The Lover of your soul is beckoning quietly, gently, but oh so persistently.
Let it go.
Lay it down.
Release it all.
Soar high and free.
This is your healing season.
* flying free for 300 seconds
Love it! Dropped in from the five minute friday link up. Seems like we were both telling different parts of the same story. :)
ReplyDeleteDon't you love what hundreds of us do with the same word? ! Thanks for kicking off this conversation tonight, Heather! I'll be popping in to visit you ...
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What a wonderful reminder this Thursday night. Thank you! Visiting from FMF :)
ReplyDeleteYeah ... we need to hear the invitation repeatedly, don't we ...
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Thank you for these life-giving words. I keep hearing a theme tonight that I really, really need to hear.
ReplyDeleteIsn't that the truth. Sometimes we've got to hear things repeatedly before we truly get it. I appreciate what you've said, Courtney. And I'm glad you've dropped in tonight ...
DeleteLet it go, lay it down. Love that!
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I'm lovin' the simplicity of writing in all of 300 seconds or so. No fluff. Just the basics.
DeleteIt's a minimalism that's really appealing to me these days! And I'm glad you've come to call, Marie ...
Do not just release it--throw it as far away as you possibly can and then do NOT go searching for it and pick it back up. A timely lesson, Linda---but OH SO difficult!
ReplyDeleteWow, you nailed this one, girl! Why, oh why, do we keep returning to the same old destructive stuff? None of it was ever a good friend to us.
DeleteThanks for sharing great heaping helpings of wisdom in one line, Lulu! I'm savoring it.
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Hi Linda! Why oh why do I like to hang on to old junk? It all gets heavy and makes me feel awful...
ReplyDeleteI really liked reading your instructions to just release, and Lulu's comment to heave it far! That's what God does, so it's a good example of what to do with those millstones.
Blessings on your weekend, you encourager you!
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I can't help but think, 'at least it's familiar.' And maybe the unknown of giving up of what has become so much a part of us is a bit unnerving. Because we have no idea how glorious true freedom really is ...
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"Soar high and free. This is your healing season." Makes me think of the verse, "But those who trust in the LORD will find new strength. They will soar high on wings like eagles. They will run and not grow weary. They will walk and not faint." One of my faves. Another lovely post, Linda. xoxo
ReplyDeleteI love that you've shared that verse, Beth. And you are always an encouraging presence in this place. I so appreciate you, friend!
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Soar high and free, this is your healing season! To this I say a big "yes"! Releasing - just the very act should provide relief for us. Thank you for this wonderful interpretation of "release". Blessings!
ReplyDeleteYou're so right! Making that decision is huge for us. And sets us on the path toward freedom.
DeleteI'm always grateful to see you here, my friend ... and I hope your weekend soars!
i feel like this is a healing time for me in so many ways. Even aside from the loss of my dad, there is so much I have been untangling/working on this past year. Ways of being that were helpful at some point long ago and far away and not so much now. I am grateful I have help in untangling all of this ... people like you help people like us. I am glad i have my helpers here. on our way to PA tonight at a hotel, for another memorial service on Sunday. it will be good.
ReplyDeletelike the mental picture of all the "sludge" stacked liked rotting fire wood...encouraging poem
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