But I do have a confession. One big fear. The biggest of big. One that I have hinted at and tried to plan and control away. It’s the one I’m scared of the most.
In that moment, I felt myself truly let go of “all else.” I felt myself running to his arms. Accepting his love, his peace, his forgiveness, and his grace.
When I really grasped it, that big weight that I had been carrying around (guilt, shame, expectations, fears) just slipped off my back.