I shared a post last week from the Pioneer Woman's blog, which said,
"...that’s where faith comes in, whether you’re in agriculture, tech, retail, mining, medicine, education, the ministry, or any other area of work. It’s the humble acknowledgment of our frailties, flaws, and limits as human beings…and a relinquishment of our position at the driver’s seat of our lives. It’s a trust that whatever obstacles are thrown in our paths–storms, crashes, illnesses, broken relationships, tragedies, upheavals, deaths–we will be sustained through them. Even if the journey is a tough one. Even if the pain is great. It’s freedom from the burden of worry, because tomorrow will take care of itself."
Now I've never been a believer in having tomorrow take care of itself - I have always liked to set up for my own tomorrows. I like to plan, and make assumptions, and believe I know what is coming. Both of these pieces of wisdom - Ree's and my mothers' - are meant to teach the same lesson: Plan all you want, sister, but be ready for a whole lot of something else.
If I hold on to what life pulls away, the only thing I get is my arm wrenched out of its socket, not to mention the damage I'm doing to the pulling end. Better: allow circumstances to stand or shift as they must. I myself have shifting to do. I will be faithful, my arm shall stay attached, and this is freedom.