Jump

For healing to come, I must be willing to receive. If my hands are filled with my plans and my pain, You cannot pour out blessing - until I let go.

So, I'm unbuckling my seatbelt,

I'm letting go of my security blanket,

And I'm gonna jump in faith.


It can't be about my plans anymore; they keep failing. It has to be all about You.

No more Rebekah "helping."

No more looking and thinking and wondering and planning.


It's Yours.


I lay my future, our future, at Your feet. Do with it as You will.

We will praise You.

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