1 Peter 5:6-7 “Therefore humble yourselves under the mighty hand of God, that he may exalt you in due time, casting all your care on him, for He cares for you.”
Six weeks ago, I was incredibly blessed to finally meet my new best friend from afar, Monica Mynk. For three days our families spent time together, talking, laughing, and enjoying each other’s company. One activity our daughters shared was fishing in the river behind the hotel where they stayed (we camped nearby). They didn’t catch anything other than sticks and leaves, but the constant rhythm of their casting those fishing rods out into the water had a calming effect.
Earlier that day, hours of exhaustion culminated in feelings of anger and frustration towards my children. Here I was, trying to enjoy the limited amount of time I had with my friend, and they kept demanding more of me. Rides they wanted to go on. Souvenirs they wanted me to buy for them.
We’ve all been there, either with our children, our spouses, co-workers, even friends.
At that point, there was only one thing I could do. Did I throw myself a pity party and dwell on everything that had gone wrong that day, and how my vacation was now ruined?
No. (Well, maybe for a minute or two before I came to my senses.)
I took a deep breath, and I put my anger, my frustration, my anxiety in the hands of God.
So many times in our lives, we try to fix our own problems. We play the blame game because it feels better than accepting responsibility for our own shortfalls. We wait for an apology that may never come. We hold grudges.
Ps 55:22 – Cast your burden on the Lord, and He shall sustain you
But God tells us, through the words of his servants David and Peter, that all we need to do is place all of it into his capable hands. To use a metaphorical fishing rod and cast all of our troubles into the calming waters of His love.
Those waters are never-ending. Deeper than the deepest part of any ocean. Ready and willing to take all of the negativity in our souls and transform it.
If we will only let Him.
I won’t lie. Letting go of my hurt is something I continue to work on, on a daily basis. Sometimes I feel like every time I cast something new into his capable hands, another anxiety surfaces. Maybe two or three. I feel overburdened, like no matter what I do, I’ll never be free.
We will be. Someday, when we are in his arms.
Until then, we need to keep on casting. We might not get something in return right away, but with patience we will reap the rewards. Not with a fish, or even a stick or a clump of leaves. For this casting isn’t about what you’re getting, but what you’re getting rid of. In the end, we are left with something truly beautiful.
A clean soul, full of forgiveness and God’s enduring love.