It's not over.

I heard the hurt and anger bouncing through my cell onto the the ceiling of my car. The kind of call that causes one to slow down, pull off the road and focus. Once again, he was headed down the wrong road. She couldn't believe this was still happening to them and their family. I pushed my phone closer so not to miss a word or pause from this dear friend. Nothing short of death seems to offer peace to her. Confusion. Uncertainty. Completely overwhelmed with life as it sat on her plate early this morning. I would like to say I have these great words of wisdom to share that make everything seem less than so critical. I listen carefully. Respond slowly with concern and care. Wishing I could make all of this go away for her like Cinderella trying on the glass slipper....the mean people had to face the truth....the slipper only fit Cinderella. Anyway, I offered a few words of hope, love, concern, tid bits of advice....and hung up feeling as if I had let her down. As I pulled in the driveway I spotted my devotional book that had been left in my car while we traveled this weekend. I picked it up and turned randomly to a page. "There is a time in your life when you must learn to let go of loved ones, of possessions, of control. In order to let go you must relax and feel secure." Letting go. How difficult a place to be. When someone you love is battling a disease, addiction, hidden secrets, abuse, whatever it may be....there comes a time when you simply MUST let go. How on earth can one let go of their husband or wife? Letting go means you are trusting God's plan in that He isn't ready for this final chapter to be written. He isn't finished melting the gold down to the purest form. He hasn't refined your character, your hope, your faith to the desired result He has in mind. Quickly I redialed her number. Letting go. Trusting God enough to know He's got the whole world in His hands. His got the wind and the rain..in His hands. And when we realize He has the grip on us...our fingers start opening... releasing...turning pink again...blood flowing and warming our finger tips. Only then when we release our fear can God give us peace and hope. Here is the beauty of this story. If we can stop our death grip on the what ifs and open our hearts to what we know to be the truth. He will never let go of us because He hasn't said it's over, yet.