Thursday, August 31, 2017

Letting Go

It was a little over a year ago when my "replacement" (with added responsibilities) joined the Black Rock Retreat team once again. Jamie and I had worked in the same building the first two years of this current part of my Black Rock Retreat career. Though our paths rarely crossed in that short time, from the moment I knew that he was considering applying for this new position, I was hopeful that it would be him. On his first day as my replacement and new supervisor he came into my office, pulled up a chair, leaned forward and looked into my eyes. "How are you?", he asked with a deep compassion that brought tears to my eyes. I knew all would be well.

Jamie's first week last year was during our sixth Family Camp. It was my honor to be the leader of our Family Camp team from day one till the last day of Family Camp #6. At that point, Jamie took the lead. Last week we hosted Family Camp #7. This time I was an assistant. I went from being the leader of the most awesome group of talented men to a small voice with limited responsibilities. Letting go.

Letting go can be difficult. But my parents have led the way and shown us how to walk this journey. When the time was right, they let go of their much loved careers and embraced new part-time careers. But eventually the process of growing older led them to letting go of these to move to a retirement community. This huge step involved letting go of their home, their accumulated possessions, their town, their way of life. My dad also let go of driving because of impaired vision. This could not have been easy for this man who hauled giant steel girders up and down the east coast for much of his career! He also released his grip on hunting, a lifelong hobby. On top of that, a few months later we had to say goodbye to my brother who left this life unexpectedly. And then, after a few years of being settled into a much loved cottage, they had to move because their cottage was to be torn down due to an expansion project. Yet another unexpected change and another opportunity to let go and trust God for the next step.

Through it all, they rarely complained, rarely had a pity party, rarely grumbled. They showed us by example how to walk this always changing pathway of letting go with grace and peace....trusting God.

Letting go takes trust. Trusting God that the next step will be good, that He will fill the void. Holding on can lead to hardship; letting go can lead to lasting peace.

"To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven.
A time to be born and a time to die;
A time to plant and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill and a time to heal;
A time to break down and a time to build up;
A time to weep and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones and a time to gather stones together;
A time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get and a time to lose;
A time to keep and a time to cast away;
A time to rend and a time to sew;
A time to keep silence and a time to speak;
A time to love and a time to hate;
A time of war and a time of peace....
HE has made everything beautiful in His time."
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8, 11a




3 comments:

  1. How well I know the feeling. Thank-you for expressing it so clearly and accurately. JWS

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  2. I think the ongoing adjustments from probably age 50 on are challenging although many do not make shifts in jobs related to cancer, so this is spot on for everyone as we navigate the "next steps" and our grown children becoming more independent. Well said post, Nancy! Continuing to pray for you and that all of us embrace the changes that are not always predictable

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  3. Profound words here, Nancy. Our biggest "letting go" challenge came eight years ago when Dick's job search led us to moving away from Lancaster County as we approached our 60's. Thankfully still within a few hours' driving distance, but so many things we had to let go. God has opened all kinds of new things in these years since then. Prayers and love, Nancy!

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