A bit of a convo I was having over facebook messenger with my sister, Amanda this evening regarding a novena that I'm praying which she sent to me: Novena of Surrender to Divine Will
"I think part of my problem is that I don't know what letting
go feels like? I mean - I let go with a lot of things, and have practiced this
trust in Divine Love since I was a teenager, really. That's when I discovered
its beauty. Like right now - I know what I want for orders, but I'll take what
God sends me, because He knows where I'm headed. I know that hoping is not
contrary to letting go - there's nothing wrong with being optimistic.
But when it comes to Adam, my heart gets sad because it has
this crazy misconception that "letting go and letting God" means that
I have to somehow keep myself from loving him. My head knows that's nonsense.
I'm pretty sure you still loved Ty when you decided to let go.
I know that I should follow my own advice and "pray
hard, trust harder". This is one of my personal favorite adages, and I
truly believe in it. I just need to figure out how it feels in this instance -
if that makes any sense? Saying the words is all fine and dandy, but how do I
get my heart to believe it?"
When I was 15, the ladies in my class were preparing to take a class trip to France to visit all of the schools that are run by the Dominicans of the Holy Name of Jesus (Fanjeaux, France). At the time, ours was the only one not in France - now they have 3 in the US, a couple in Germany, and some others, I'm sure... Anyway, we had been doing fundraisers galore and working odd jobs and anything we could do to raise money for this trip. Can't remember exactly, but I'm 99 percent certain we sold candy bars too, you know the brand: World's Finest Chocolate.... man, I have some stories about fundraising adventures, ha! (another time, I suppose). The trip was right around the corner, and I was quite late in getting my passport paperwork submitted; in fact too late, as the timelines indicated. I was terrified that I'd not get it back in time to go. Then I got the brilliant idea to get down on my knees and beg God to do as He pleases, and to give me the heart to accept His will whatever it may be. I got up without a trace of that fear, and accepted wholeheartedly in that moment that I would go, or I wouldn't, and trusted Him to let me know. My passport did in fact arrive just a few days prior to our departure (Deo Gratias!); but from that moment, I began to live my life as one of trust in Divine Love, knowing that I would never be led astray. I truly believe that this is the source of my contentedness with life in general.
But like I told Amanda... that doesn't mean that hope is also abandoned. Not at all. My heart is full of hope all the time. It's what gets me through each day.
