I've been wrongly attributing the following to St. Paul, it's actually a gentleman by the name of Jim Elliot: "He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose." I've also been thinking it was "gives up," rather than "gives." But the third chapter of Ecclesiastes comes through for me; it confirms that indeed there is a time to seek, and a time to lose.
I'm choosing to lose right now, to give up. As it's Ash Wednesday, the beginning of Lent, I suspect many of us are giving up. Sometimes losing, or giving up, feels like deprivation, but for me it feels like hope. Hard hope. Hope that God is already holding that which I'm letting go.
A woman wrote to the Washington Post's fashion chat last week because she's been carrying a heavy purse on the same shoulder for many years, and now one shoulder is higher than the other. I believe this has happened to me spiritually-- I've been carrying something too heavy for many years, and in order to restore my shape, I have to put it down.
It's a private thing, a family thing, but if you could hold me in your prayers, I'd be grateful.
Do you need me to pray for you to lose it, too?
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