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Want to Watch Strength and Potential Fly? November 21, 2016
Letting Go in Trust – Discovering Strength and Potential
Hands clenched tight.
That’s what you do when you care about something, right?
You hold on tight.
That’s how you care.
That’s how you protect.
That’s what I was doing, unknowingly, with Hope for Our Sisters and the beautiful women we serve.
Holding on so tightly my hands hurt.
However, this is not what I should have been doing.
Do I love the sisters we serve? Yes!
Do I enjoy my role of leading this organization? Yes!
Do I feel called to this life-changing work? Yes!
Do I believe our donors, investors, team members and prayer warriors can enable us to generate hope, healing and ultimate freedom from fistula? Yes!
Then I must let go. I must release. This is not mine to clench tightly.
In trust I let go.
I opened my hands in trusting release.
An old adage says if you love something set it free.
I did this, once again, with Hope for Our Sisters and our future path.
I did this knowing we are at a strategic growth point with many prayers, assessments and decisions before us.
I did this because in holding tightly, it overwhelmed my soul.
Holding tightly kept me, rather than God, in charge.
Clenching with all my might limited what He, my Lord who called me to this work, could do through Hope for Our Sisters.
Once opened…once released, what flew out of my clenched fists?
A beautiful, strong, white dove…confident in her flight and full of potential, just like our sisters.
What does this mean?
Beautiful, hope-generating gifts and actions will flow through Hope for Our Sisters to the beautiful women we serve if I will let go and release our next steps, decisions and plans to Him.
This is His organization not mine.
This is the calling He placed on my heart.
Only through release in trust can Hope for Our Sisters accomplish its goals, generate hope for our sisters and, along with our donors, investors, team members and prayer warriors, help to bring fistula to its end.
Look at YOUR hands.
Do YOU have a dove desiring to be set free today?
Our Sisters are liked trapped doves waiting to fly.
Waiting to tap into their undeniable strength and potential?
Who will help them fly?
Open YOUR hands, release and watch them fly!
To learn more about our Hope for Our Sisters, visit hopeforoursisters.org
© 2016 by Brooke F Sulahian
Falling Into His Rhythm October 21, 2014
FALL INTO HIS RHYTHM
Exhausted. Out of breath. My arms ache from the strain.
I keep rowing with all my might. Got to get through. Got to get to where I can see the way ahead again. Got to work harder, faster, and better. Exhausted still.
I have been working so hard to get through this veil of haze that I have not heard it. Have you heard it? The small voice in the wind? The small voice of God inviting us to “Trust Me and fall into My rhythm.” “Trust Me and fall into My rhythm.”
I missed it again. Still rowing…still working hard…still getting tired. Exhausted.
I have been here before. I know it, but that does seem to not help. I guess it helps me to know that I will get through it again with His provision, but why do I get stuck using my own might, relying on my own abilities?
There it is again. The invitation. “Trust Me and fall into My rhythm.” “Trust Me and fall into My rhythm.”
I asked for prayer today. Needed help. Prayer works. This morning I stopped. I listened. The haze is not dark, but beautiful. I had missed that fact. The water is actually smooth with a slight current. I was acting as if I was rowing upstream against a raging river. There is a small breeze. I was too distracted to feel it.
I know I must do the hardest thing. For me, this is so very hard. I must let go. I must let go of my oars. Let go of my striving. Let go and trust.
This morning, I did it. I stopped and pulled my oars into the boat. I forced myself to lie back and let God push and steer my boat with his gentle breeze. No longer fighting…at least not in this moment.
I must to do this all day. Each day. I must choose to let go. He has a plan for me. I cannot live it out if I take over, if I try to do it on my own.
My oars are in my boat. Where are yours?
© 2014 by Brooke F Sulahian