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Let Go

It was nearing 1 a.m. still we were hanging upon each spoken syllable.  He is a man of few words but tonight...tonight was different.  Each of us sat on the edge of our seat intently listening, leaning in as if we were stepping into each page of the tale.  Captivated.

The story: His experiences as a delivery driver.

Pulling up to the house all appeared to be normal, but as the lady led him to the basement a fowl odor wafted through the air.  Standing before the freezer (that had been duct taped shut)...Silently watching in horror as goo oozed out into puddles upon the cement slab...He gasped...the stench was unbearable!  "Ma'am is the freezer empty?"  A look of embarrassment and shame spread across her face.  "No."  Stammering about she finally admitted to the unthinkable...she collected her dead pets!  "I couldn't bury them and I wouldn't dare throw them away.  So, I froze them.  It worked!  Until the freezer broke, and they all defrosted." OOOOOO!!! Was the loud shudder of the room.  Looking at each other we all burst into laughter.  What kind of nut freezes dead animals!  This lady REALLY needed to let go!

Hmmm, it's easy to laugh about something so extreme but what things do I hold onto, that I should have let go of long ago?  Instead of trusting God, I've held onto some things...things of the past...unhealthy relationships...pain...fear...lies.  If those things are left they rot away inside my heart.  No matter how much I try to conceal their existence they ooze out leaving an ugly stench to my life.  Still I struggle to give certain things up.  I wonder, am I the only one that struggles with this?  Maybe you struggle too?  Perhaps today is the day to let go...

Until then...
Jessie

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  1. So glad you posted this piece Jessie! Such freedom and peace in letting go and trusting God for Who He is!!!

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