“Heavenly Father, reveal anything that is diminishing the fullest expression of faith in my life. I release to You all I have been, all I am, and all I have wanted to be. May Your good plans replace all I am releasing to You. Thank You for leading me forward from here. In Jesus’ name, amen” (Allen Jackson).

At this point in my life, I should have grasped this concept. Every single time God has taken away a dream or a plan out of my life, He has replaced whatever it was with something better. Every. Single. Time.

And yet I am afraid to let go? Am I scared to unclench my fists that white-knuckle that dream that I don’t want to lose? What is it that I think will satisfy me more than what God has for me?

Letting go is hard. Holding on to what I’m not supposed to have and what can never really bring me peace is harder. Trusting God is always best, yet every time I have to count my blessings like sheep to remember the goodness of God. It’s never second nature because of my sin nature.

So I come with open hands palms facing down, ready to let go of my plans and aspirations. I turn my hands palms facing up, ready to receive Kingdom-sized dreams and plans where I get a front row seat to God at work in the world.

I’m letting go now.