Money vanishes on wings of circumstance—not as a homing pigeon returning to roost… but like a wild hawk breaking free of the tether. And yet, we mortals breathe in cultural winds that promise swift returns and scurry to fill the empty cage with another beast of prey.
Surrender—how poignant and yet so difficult. “Father, if You are willing, remove this cup from Me; yet not My will, but Yours be done.” These words Jesus cried with his last breath still resonate throughout the ages. I pray them when my crafty schemes, hard work, and due diligence wane. I whisper them when only difficulties remain. I rehearse them as if a mantra when the puzzle pieces of my destiny drop and scatter. When money runs dry, I sip them as if sweet nectar settled in the bottom of my life’s cup .
And in the morning, I find a dove of peace resting inside.
Possibilities bloom…when I surrender.