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.
I came to a point where I was done…
that’s a lot of things to handle
“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.
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…
