Give it to God.
Lord, it is nighttime:
We have left undone those things which we ought to have done;
And we have done those things which we ought not to have done;
And there is no health in us.*
What else can we do, God, but:
Give it to you. We surrender our imagined control. We loosen our supposed grip. We release.
For we know now, having been through this before, many times before:
Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.**
And behind the clouds, the sky is always blue.
As Pema Chodron says:
“You are the sky. Everything else – it’s just the weather.”
Let go and let God. Let go. Let go. Let go.
My words mixed with these sources:
*The Book of Common Prayer: Daily Morning Prayer
**The Bible: Psalm 30:5b
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