Did you sing that in your best Elsa voice as you read it too? She sings that song with such gusto and conviction doesn’t she? After years of living in restriction and hiding she flips the switch and lets her true self be known.
It sounds nice, doesn’t it? Free of other people’s opinions, complete surrender of the pressure to be perfect with space to just be. But most times, when I try to truly let go of something, I’m met with such resistance. The thought of turning over clenched fists of control can bring out my inner toddler. ‘That’s MINE!’ I want to snap, stop my feet and drop to the floor in full tantrum mode. I want to believe that I know best and that I am in full control of my situation. The problem with that, however, is my vantage point comes with a very limited perspective and no knowledge of what version of ‘best’ is fully available to me.
A few months ago I read a story that has stuck with me ever since. The story was about a young girl who proudly wore a strand of pearls around her neck. The strand consisted of imitation pearls, but that didn’t matter to the girl. She felt proud, fancy and confident with the plastic white circles strung around her neck. She couldn’t imagine anything more beautiful.
Her kind and loving father knew otherwise. He sweetly knelt down, opened his hand and asked her to give him her adorned necklace. She blinked widely and refused. Why would her own father want her most prized possession? How selfish of him she thought. Her father, however, persisted in his request for his daughter’s treasured accessory.
Finally, after many attempts, the daughter gave in. With her head down and her heart sinking, she turned her pearls over to her father. Upon receiving the necklace he presented his daughter with a small, blue, velvet box. Surprised, she quickly opened the gift to find her father had replaced her imitation pearls with a real strand of pearls. She squealed and hugged his neck while she thanked him endlessly for his gentle invitation to release her grip, let it go and be open to what she was meant for all along.
This story prompted me to think, ‘What imitation am I griping tightly to that God is waiting for me to let go of so He can gift me the real thing?’. The thought of clinging to a cheap counterfeit version when I could have the authentic, treasured version immediately causes me to loosen my grip to let it go.
God knows every detail of your current and future needs. He has you at the forefront of His mind at all times. God is constantly desiring to connect you to His best if we would just allow him to.
I may not rep the icy blonde locks or have a snowman in my entourage but I’m ready for my ‘let it go’ moment and to step into the richness of God’s best.