As I shared prior, my perfect storm altered how I come to view of life now.
Truly, only by the grace of God, was I able to find dry land. And as counter intuitive as it may seem, although I was barely clinging to keep my head just above, until I chose to let go, I was surely going to drown.
For far too long, I was convinced I was in charge. Knew everything. Could make things work. Step in. Lead. All from my over-functioning perspective. My will steering my boat straight up that wall of water.
Loosening my grip was the beginning of that decision. Allowing trust to ameliorate my fear eased that release. And now, as the letting go and trust acquire more of a second nature status, the ebbs and flows no longer grow into swells then tidals.
By letting go, I not only found land.
But life.
...my temporary assignment. 