As I join up with the indomitable Beth for the Three Word Wednesday,
there is only one person I’m writing to. And it’s not you. Please feel
free to eavesdrop here. Stop a while and be the fly on the wall. If you
see yourself in these letters and phrases, go ahead, read them to
yourself. But don’t think for one second that I’m writing them to you.
If I could type and look in a mirror, I’d be doing just that.
almost hesitant to bring it up – I don’t want cheers of encouragement
in this endeavor; I don’t want any “you go girls” or any such nonsense
because frankly, it will just frustrate me more. I just need to say this
as a reminder. Because I’m trying to be a better reflection. And a better tree. And a better mother. A better woman. A better human. Let It Go
you seen how many times I’ve written that here? Want to guess how many
times it’s actually happened? What is it about the clinging to things
had; things past; things remembered that makes the release so difficult.
In my experience, the things I need to let go of that I’m clinging
tightest too are not the admirable, honorable, desirable qualities and
characteristics that I want to strive for. They’re the little things
that I think everyone else has forgotten. When they’re cheering for the
accomplishments and focusing on the achievements, they forget to look
under the bed and in the back corners of the closets to the things that
I’ve tucked away – hoping that no one will notice.
Let It Go
it's burdens. Somehow I’m arrogant enough to think I can carry them
alone; stumble along in the dark and the cold on my own strength;
searching in the dark with my own understanding.
regret. Wanting to live fully in the moment, but realizing that I left
something undone; something unsaid, someone unattended to. I pause in
the momentum and look back. And the might have been is overwhelming.
it's expectations. My own. The ones I think others have of me. These
millstones I choose to pick up – I don’t even know how to stop. For all
my carefree attitude and dismissal of what others think, expectations
still haunt me.
Sometimes it's someone else's junk that you have absolutley no control over. I am the oldest child. A big sister. A mom. I have been the caretaker, the peacemaker, the problem-solver, the stratgizer, the fixer-upper, (Lord help me) the doormat, and the glue - all in the name of making it work out. For everyone else. It has been bred into me and feels like it is in my nature to do this. I don't know if I can do it anymore. For everyone. Because that's the scope I tend to look at when I see the problems. Everyone.
Let It Go
It is weary work to carry the burden of expectation, regret, the assumption of strength. We were never meant to do this alone.
to me, all of you who are weary and over-burdened, and I will give you
rest! Put on my yoke and learn from me. For I am gentle and humble in
heart and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my
burden is light. Matthew 11:28-30 Phillips NT
I feel there is
more to be said, and I may pick it up another day. But to be honest, the
weight of this is bearing down, and I and trying desperately take my
own advice. Let It Go
I'm joining Simply Beth for her Three Word Wednesday link up and am looking forward to getting to know this circle of writers. For this link up, choose three words; share a post, photo, or scripture that highlights those three words; link up here; and share some encouragement and blog love with other writers.