kaceybolin - Letting Go of Your Plate

This past week my plate got over loaded:

I was homesick

I was physically sick

I was trying to nurse the ministry dog back to health

yet, ended up holding him in my lap as he took his last breath

and put him in his grave minutes later.

I had to get up early, set aside my feelings and do ministry

which looked like teaching eight energetic third graders.

Both of my eyes were swollen nearly shut with sties.

My plate was heavy, and full and I was trying to carry it all on my own.
I came to a point where I was done...
that's a lot of things to handle all at one time.

That's when, in the midst of the mess of my week I felt God smile, and I swear he let out a little chuckle. As if, with a smile on His face, shaking his head at me, He said:

"it's about time".

I have had it all wrong all my life...

When things get added to my plate, like being sick or a room for a third graders I start stressing, knowing its too much for me to carry. This week was too much for me to carry. So, yes, I let go of my plate.

Closed my eyes, and watched it shatter and everything fall into chaos.

But when I let go, that didn't happen...

You see we are like little kids who want to hold our own plates, and our Father gets to hunch down and chase us around beside us ready to catch it when we finally let go.

Ultimately we know God's hands are the safest and best for our plate's... but He patiently wait for us to let go, he doesn't fight, he doesn't push, but he just patiently waits.

So this week, I found freedom. When I let go of my plate I found I have free hands to do His work, I have more energy to teach a classroom of kids. I am able to be more intentional with my work and focus on the ministry. Letting go of my plate let me go free.

My plate fell into my Fathers hands...

...and I have a feeling, if you let go of yours it will fall right next to mine.