I’ve been praying for someone for quite a while, and all the while been thinking of ways to help them, somehow forcing the situation through some personal effort to resolve itself where it needed to just happen on its own.
Not only did it happen — and out of the blue — but it gave an opportunity to work toward another issue I had been praying about. And my faith about all this was growing limp over all this time. It puts me to a necessary shame to have something close to me fixed without my own will and intervention, realizing my inability to accept my own powerlessness.
And maybe not only does one have to “let go, let God” in the sense of handing over problems, but maybe it’s best not to even stand over His shoulder instead of giving Him some space … a lesson I hope I will learn.