Seriously, how many times do you find yourself letting go of the same d*** thing…over and over and over? The answer: as many times as it takes. This is the gift that keeps on giving, isn’t it?

Letting go leaves a void. We are compelled to pick something up in its place. It’s difficult to sit with a void. We feel out of balance. Out of control. Empty. So, we often reach for the brass ring…the prize…that one thing we “couldn’t live without”. This is the process of addiction. I know addiction is a strong term. But if you are letting go of your cell phone because it’s dominating your world and you can’t go an hour without fondling it…honey, I’m here to tell you, you’re addicted.

“Hi, my name is…”

I let go of the life I thought I was going to have. I let go of my home and 95% of my belongings. I let go of the man who didn’t make it home. I am letting go of weight that has kept me in shackles for far too long. And now, the cell phone? No, nope, uh-uh, not interested.

I write every post on my cell phone. It’s ridiculous. I’ve got two laptops, a desktop, and an iPad. But, I choose to type my posts with my index finger, hunting and pecking on my iPhone. Granted, it’s a 6+, but still. I am quite attached to my cell phone. I could certainly check it less often. Maybe I’ll try that. Yeah…and, maybe I’ll sprout wings and fly.

I’ve let go of enough for now.

❤️

“Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you. Be alert and of sober mind. Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour.”

1 Peter 5:7-8 NIV