I tend to hold closely to things. Yep, a tried and true control freak. But there’s a difference between a firm embrace and a choke hold. Squeezing, holding tight to the point of clenched fists. God wants open hands. When that something is someone, it’s difficult to uncurl the fingers and allow love to dance in the freedom of unlocked palms.
I’ve grasped and tried to hold on but release is wanted. It’s evident. How many times do I continue to reach out to somebody who obviously doesn’t want me? Is it like forgiveness when Peter asked Jesus how many times shall I forgive?
Then Peter came and said to Him, “Lord, how often shall my brother sin against me and I forgive him? Up to seven times?” Jesus said to him, “I do not say to you, up to seven times, but up to seventy times seven. Matthew 18:21-22
This scripture has whispered to me, “Hold on, don’t let go. Keep trying.” And so my hands held tight. But a new perspective came from the story of the lost son. The son walked away from his father. His father never ran after him, love had to simply let go. When the son decided to return, the father saw him from a distance, (he had been watching for him) and the father ran to meet his son who was finally coming home. (Luke 11:15-32)
With fingers relaxed, my palms become exposed to heaven. You are free to dance in open hands. I will wait for you. I will be watching, and when you come back, I will run with excitement to greet you~