Monday, February 22, 2010
Making My Way to the Reeds
The other day I had a long talk with someone about some things that were burdensome to me. The person gave me an image of letting go that was imbued with a sense of grace and hope.
The image was that of Moses' mother putting him in the basket and leaving him among the reeds. She knew that this was best and she had to just let him go and be in the care of God.
There are things that we can't toy with, adjust or fix. We just have to let them be, let them go, as it were.
I tend to suck at this, but you never know. There's always a first time.
In the meantime, I am down by the river's edge, making my way to the reeds.