So he did what any child would do.
He ran to Mom (picture Dad though, it makes the story connections better)
He handed it over . . .
To the one, who could secure the latch, without trouble, without strain
He simply gave it over
He wasn't grabbing it back
Or giving me his input on how to do it better
There was full release on his part
Oh - so much to realize in one simple exchange. I'm blown away. That still small voice that I could push away. But this was too obvious when I stopped my thoughts to listen.
While my heavenly Father may not always seem quick to solve my dilemma, I must have full release. Especially when I see what "it" is supposed to look like, but doesn't, yet. Whate…