The dance was only a few days away, and things weren’t looking good. I was putting on the eighth grade dance for the middle school where I work, and with so many details still not coming together, I was feeling burdened.
One morning before school, I committed some time to earnest prayer. At first, all kinds of justifications for why I faced a problem whirled around me. But as I prayed, a gentle message came to me—to “let.”
Let? To me that meant yielding. It meant allowing myself to see God’s harmony—relinquishing a sense of personal responsibility. God was in charge, and I needed to let myself see that.
