In other words, the only way to diminish our regrets is by making decisions that lead to peace. And peace requires from us some sort of release.
Release isn’t stealing from us. It’s a gift-a gift to a woman weighed down, grasping her leaves in the midst of a snowstorm, desperate, so desperate for help. She can feel the twinges and hear the creaking sounds of a splitting break about to happen. She knows she can’t take much more. tears well up in her upturned, pleading eyes. “God help me. It’s all too much. I’m tired and frustrated and so very worn-out.”
The wind whips past her, trailing a whispered, “R-e-l-e-a-s-e.”
She must listen or she will break. Her tree needs to be stripped and prepared for winter. But she can’t embrace winter until she lets go of fall. Like a tree, a woman can’t carry the weight of two seasons simultaneously. In the violent struggle of trying, she’ll miss every bit of joy each season promises to bring.
These words bring so much truth. The release is what is so difficult. To know, what exactly needs to be released.
One thing I know for sure, it is difficult to wait for the release. It is difficult to wait for the whisper that tells you what to release. But what is harder, much harder, is living with the consequences of a rushed or wrong release.
Satan loves to tempt you when you are wondering. He also loves to accuse you of not being able to “handle” things because you don’t have your plan of action intact and ready to be implemented.
But the things he whispered to me…I knew they were not the way I should be directed. Sometimes I want to scream at him, you think I am soooo weak. I am! But Jesus is so much stronger than me. And I trust and WAIT for HIM.