I loved Frozen I and II. This isn’t a blog about that. Just the phrase “let it go.” A few days ago our pastor encouraged us to keep short accounts. Let things go. Don’t hold onto them. He also said, “if you are still telling the story, you haven’t let it go.” That one was tough to hear. I tell my story over and over. I want justice. I want others to scream at the injustice done to me by someone else. I want vindication. I was a support team telling me I am right. They are wrong. Reality is, I am not letting it go. When a 5 minute encounter lasts the whole day, I haven’t let it go and I lost all the time I spent complaining/venting about that 5 minute encounter.
Let’s say I get cut off in traffic and the person flips me off. What?! I can share that story with everyone I encounter that day. “Here I am driving my son to school and this Prius cuts me off and then the guy turns around and flips me off. Are you kidding me? I was so mad. I didn’t do anything. That guy was a jerk.” I tell a rendition of that all day long. Maybe even the next day. LET IT GO! Every time I retell the story, I am wasting my time and my energy on something that should have been released.
Let’s say my friend hurts me with her words. I call other friends. We discuss it. We agree I’m 100% right and she’s wrong. We ponder. I rally my troops. This goes on for days. When I see that friend again, she apologizes and explains what’s up in her life. I wasted days on a legit hurt but didn’t take it where it needed to go to be released. To God and then to the friend herself.
I share this stuff because I do it too much. I like to be heard. I want my story known. When I’m wronged I want a posse of friends behind me cheering me on for justice. I am not proud of this. I am now more aware of this. I am going to change this. I will still share my story, just with less people. I will share with God and most likely a friend or two. I won’t hold onto it until bedtime. My new goal for sharing the story is to be heard and then release it. I’m not going to keep wasting time on a 5 minute encounter.
Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you. ~ I Peter 5:7 NIV
Cast by definition means “an act of throwing something forcefully.” If I cast my anxiety/cares/worries/injustices/pet peeves/frustrations/petty cares on God, they will be gone. If I throw them forcefully, they will go far away from me (I’m not that strong so they really wouldn’t go too far but let’s pretend I can throw far.) When I bring my cares to God, I don’t do it forcefully. I do it like a wimp. I just whimper and say “help.” I need to forcefully cast them. God, take these cares from me. Replace them with peace/contentment/calm. That’s forcefully. Some days all we can do is say “help.” That’s OK. However, most days we can truly cast our anxiety. Let’s try it this week. I am going to. Cast them away and live in peace.
Dream Big! Pray Big!