There is home, there is work, and there is in between. At either end my mind is occupied with business, and busyness. At either place I am strong and hold it together. In between is where I am neither strong, nor together. There on the gravel roads I speak with God. It's there I weep over hurts and worry over challenges. I marvel at the beauty and I wonder over the majesty. And, there, I let go a little.
If you are like me, letting go is a herculean task. Most times it doesn't feel safe to let go. Oh, I know I should. Don't get me wrong. I know, and still I struggle with it. Letting go means trusting something else is in the works. Letting go is believing. Letting go is opening up, looking up and sometimes giving up.
Even thoughts in our head's are hard to let go. I've been working on changing that. I tap myself on the forehead and say, nope, let's switch over to the positive. I love that I always answer myself, and my answer is always right.
Just as I love my God moments on the gravel roads. I know He is there, as much there as in mighty cathedrals. He is there is the dust, in the corn, the beans and the red tail hawks. He is there in the deer, the crop dusters and the grain bins.
So during that time, as I travel the gravel, I let go. And God washes over me.
