I must say that there is something uniquely beautiful about the process of letting go.
I've witnessed crimson-colored leaves plucked from a branch and swirl towards the ground. I watched as my rusty, but memory-filled car, was loaded onto a trailer for a new young driver to use. And most recently, I threw my own hands up to the sky and gave a loved one up to the hands of God.
My Dad had been ill for quite some time – he was plagued with heart problems that resulted in the failure of other areas of his body. He was the kind of guy who never wanted anyone to see just how weak he had become, but over time, his body moved slower and ached greater.
He found himself in the hospital, receiving four units of blood, the Doctor mentioning that he was not sure how my Dad walked in on his own two feet. The transfusion of blood grew to IV infusion of several medicines to control this and optimize that.
Over the recent months, the Holy Spirit had been consistently nudging me to have ‘the talk’ with my Dad – the ‘salvation talk’. Here I am, a grown adult woman, often-times feeling as though I am still an adolescent, and am directed to approach my own Dad with the most important conversation this side of Heaven.
Eternity may have been riding on a few brief moments, and I was being called to initiate it.
If you declare with your mouth, “Jesus is Lord,” and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved. For it is with your heart that you believe and are justified, and it is with your mouth that you profess your faith and are saved. Romans 10:9-10
Letting go of any fear of rejection and doubt, I made that phone call. By the end of the conversation, my heart was soaring with praises and glory to God. My Dad had expressed to me his belief in Jesus Christ and that His death on the cross and later His resurrection was his path to eternal life in Heaven.
Letting go opens up for something to be filled in its’ place. The empty void of what was can now be overflowing with grace, mercy and love.
Exactly one week later, my Dad peacefully entered the Kingdom of Heaven.
He let go of his Earthly chains, bound with pain and sorrow and received the promise of Revelation 21: 4-5,
“And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away. Then He who sat on the throne said, “Behold, I make all things new.” And He said to me, “Write, for these words are true and faithful.”
In the midst of my grief, a peaceful feeling washes over me from time to time.
In the loss of my Dad, I am reminded that I have no regrets about the moments we shared together in his last days. Moments of tender words spoken, of humble hands joined together and most importantly, a spoken promise that I will see him again someday, the day when I let go of this world and gain eternity.
Ecclesiastes 3 is a definitive verse on the changing seasons in life. Everything has its time, and letting go is included. But God does not leave a hole when He removes something from our life.
"...There is a time to be plucked, but to also be planted.." (Eccl. 3:2)
As you enter into seasons of letting go, hold fast to God, remain in His Word and find peace in His perfect timing. For then, there will be much to gain – perhaps even an eternal reward.