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Open Arms

Yesterday was one of those frustrating days when I wanted to throw my hands up in the air, give up and walk away. Tired of the battle to bend, accommodate, cave, give in. Games, politics, egos. This morning with some rest and much needed perspective, throwing my hands up is exactly what I should do. Give up and let go of my expectations and demands of the way I think it should be. Opening my arms to trust God’s plan rather than my own and release the rest of it. Following the path of unknowing, knowing that I will not be lead astray.

On Good Friday, we have a tremendous model of open arms, stretched out on a cross suffering unbearable anguish and humiliation all in sacrifice and service for others, for us. And while we have our share of crosses in this life, none compare to the depth and all encompassing weight of the cross borne today.

Good Friday is an ever comforting reminder that we are never alone on our journey and that we are loved and understood deeply. And when we let go, those things we think that will break us actually are put in their proper place and we are broken free from the unimportant. Our limited view expands to one of awesome peace, saving grace and gratitude. Easter always comes. Arms wide open.

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  1. Throwing my hands up comes pretty natural these days as it is where I usually end up anyway. ♡!

    April 18, 2014
    • It goes a lot easier when we don’t fight ourselves all the time.

      April 18, 2014
  2. My day yesterday was about the same, but I cannot function without hope, so I try to remain steadfast (all whilst stamping feet in a temper tantrum). 🙂 My post of yesterday has echoes of what you are talking about here. Happy Easter!

    April 18, 2014

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