I learned about release when addiction darkened our doorstep. My son and all that had been precious in his life had been wrenched away and eventually, because they told me I must, I let it go. I put him into God’s hands and then I was free to love him without the impossible job of fixing him.
One day, in our seventh year of this heartache, we thought our worst fears had come true. I was told where to find him and knocked on the door. He was alive. I told him I loved him, hugged him, and left him with God. Several days later he called and said he was done. He was ready to live again.
Throughout the year of my walks with God, He asked me to release many things. One might think after releasing my son to what I believed was imminent death, I was an old pro, but it was still hard work to let God bring light to the darkness of my closed fists. I fear I’ll be left vulnerable, even if the thing I am to release is causing me pain! I hold on to painful things because I feel like I am supposed to be sorting them out, like holding on to an addicted son in the vain hope I can heal him. There are some things only God can do. So I open my fists and stand vulnerable in the light of His merciful healing.
Life gets a little easier when I hold the things God puts in my hands and drop the things He hasn’t. It can be as simple as that when I know and trust God’s eternal goodness. He works for the good of all who love Him. Let go and let Him do wonders.
Formerly, when you did not know God, you were slaves to those who by nature are not gods. Galatians 4:8
Meeting God at the Park 