Casting all your care upon Him, for He cares for you.
1 Peter 5:7

I gave a gift to a few of my girlfriends at a cookie bake this Christmas.  It is a good thing I came bearing gifts, because my cookies looked like the work of a five year old.   In each gift I put a card with the picture of our Christmas tree and the scripture from 1 Peter.   As I was looking for message 8, in my twelve messages of Christmas, I stumbled upon one of the cards.   It felt like the right fit.  This time of year, while there is much joy, there is also much pain.  So many smiles are forced, while underneath hearts are breaking and eyes are fighting back tears.  

There are people we miss, wether estranged or gone on to the other side.  There are dreams we have yet to realize, that we so so hoped 2016 would bring to fruition.   There are issues of health, depression, money, and a host of all that amounts to, what I call, the black wings.  They flutter, in our faces, around our spaces, and seem to hover just above any joy we may have found, as if to remind us of their closeness.   I have been there.  Blissfully enjoying the moment when out of no where I felt the black wings flutter.  

So what do we do with it all?  After years of therapy, recovery, and a host of “chin wags” with my bff, I have come to only one truth, Jesus.   He is the only place I can cast ALL my care.   And I mean ALL OF IT.   

But then, what does that mean, right?  I mean how do you cast your care?   Well, for me, I do it like this:  I get on my knees (literally) close my eyes and pray this prayer: 

“God, I offer myself to Thee,
to build with me and to do with me as Thou wilt.
Take away my difficulties
that victory over them may bare witness to those I would help
of Thy power, Thy love, and Thy way of life.
May I do Thy will always.”
(3rd step prayer – Big Book of Alcoholics Anonymous) 

Then I take everything that’s floating around in my head & heart and imagine putting it inside of a pink ballon.  Once it’s all in there, I release it, watching it float up to Him, and away from me.  I remind myself, He does not need my help figuring it out, albeit I have some phenomenal ideas.  🙂    Why the pink ballon?  Pink feels gentle to me.  The ballon?  Well, so far, anytime I’ve ever released a ballon I’ve yet to be quick enough or tall enough to get it back.  Then, I go back to my joy.  If I don’t feel it, I find it.  Joy is everywhere.  We just have to look.  

Sending you love wherever you are in the world.