“You can let go now, Daddy” Crystal Shawanda sings this song. "You Can Let Go Now, Daddy"
And it always take me back to 5 year old me
and my brand new bike. Without training
wheels.
At the top of the big long
hill……and a massive old tree in line with the bottom of that big hill.
Dad had just come home with
my first new bike. I was like a kid on
Christmas morning.
I was ready to strike out
all on my own.
“Let go Dad!” my overconfident little self shouted. And
off I went…
Down the hill……
In a straight trajectory toward our
massive old maple tree
In my excitement, I forgot
how to brake. I never thought of
swerving. I was paralyzed with fear of
the monstrous tree looming in my path.
I’m grown now. No longer quite as confident about taking on
the world by myself like my 5 year old persona was.
But still I do the same
thing – I tell God “Let go, I got this.”
Only to head straight for that debilitating disaster in my path.
Like my dad, God stands watch but unlike my
dad, God can catch me in time to rescue me from a bent frame. He’s ready to be my Brake, I just gotta shout
out that I can’t do this on my own.
Don’t let go, God!
And like the song, I too had to
tell my Daddy good-bye and tell him he can let go and leave this earth. This week two years ago, I let go of his
hand. Death took him away from me.
And now I hang on tighter
to God as I walk this valley of grief.
He keeps me from crashing into the trees of cheated anger and bitter sorrow.
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