In God’s Hands

I sent my husband off to church alone on Sunday.  I know. I know. I felt it too.  I should have gone to church to thank God for all my blessings.

I just wanted some alone time to sit and write. After all, God gave me this talent so I’m sure He’d be happy I’m using it. He may not be happy with my timing on a Sunday morning. So right here and now, let me say, “I’m sorry, God.”

I have been talking to God a lot these days. Usually when feeling or thoughts overpower me, I ask God to take them from me.  I imagine handing him a little bundle and he just crumbles them up in His big hands and Poof! Nor more worries.  Lately I feel like I’m taking advantage, if that’s possible.  I’m sure there are people in this world who have bigger problems and worries than mine.  Fortunately, God still has time to take care of mine.

I guess that’s how it is when you love someone and they need a break. How many times have we listened to a friend or a child spill their thoughts? They walk away feeling a little lighter. That’s what I think happens when we give it up to God. My worry now….there it is again…is that I am wearing God out.

So for today, I am going to give God the day off in my mind.  Did you just hear Him take that big sigh of relief? I think I did.

I will not ask for a thing. He has given me so much I am simply grateful today.

Life is good in God’s hands.