I do not typically remember my dreams. When I wake from sleep, whatever took place in my subconscious stays there, whether it be to my benefit or not. But there’s one dream, or nightmare as it may be, that has stayed with me since I was a little girl. I am falling, flailing around from some unseen precipice, and I wake up gasping for air. Heart pounding.
Usually, this fit of sleep happens when something stressful is taking place in my life. God and I are still working out my trust issues. We’ve come a long way, He and I, but He’s still teaching me the joy found in sweet release.
Some say you become a believer when you believe in Jesus and his saving grace, but isn’t it a daily act of trusting? If I don’t trust Him with each and every aspect of my life, then can I truly call myself a believer? These are questions which roll around my mind, and I’m learning to let go.
True joy in Christ is found when we release all of our burdens to the one who can give us freedom.
They say seeing is believing, but faith comes when we give the wheel to the one who is writing our story. Sometimes, it’s difficult. We want to see more of the chapter, the next step, perhaps even a glimpse of the ending.
But there is so much peace found when we simply trust the One with the pen.
This post was written for Five Minute Friday. A beautiful group of writers who meet every Friday over at Lisa-Jo Baker’s blog for unedited, real, raw writing. Five Minutes on one word. Today’s word was: release. Click the button below to learn more.