The Struggle

The struggle continues.  Generation after generation.  Year after year.  Day after day.  Moment by moment.  The struggle to remember truth.  To rest and trust.  The struggle to remember that we are not in control...and that there is no fear in that.  No unrest.  No worry.  All is managed.  We are cared for.  More than just maintained.  We are cherished.  Treated as beloveds.  But we get caught.  In the pain of life.  In rejection.  In losing.  In failing.  We lose sight of the light.  We try even harder to be the light.  But we are only reflectors of the true and lasting light.  It's a struggle.
The doing is unnecessary.  But the battle to not do will always remain.  The spiritual battle that tells us that we should do more.  Be more.  Accomplish more.  The battle to be accepted.  To be cared for.  To be chosen.  It's all around.  Part of a broken world.  But we don't have to live there.  We can choose.  We can stop striving.  And remember.  To let go.  To breathe.  To allow life to happen instead of trying to make it happen.  Each moment will come.  The only real battle is to choose to remain.  With the One who has a plan AND the power to carry it out.  Who is strong enough to carry us and gentle enough to comfort us.
The struggle is part of our heritage.  As women we feel this need to make all right in the world.  Especially in the world of those we love.  But we don't need to.  We just need to be uniquely us as we are used by the hands of our Leader.  Us.  Not some patterned out woman that is supposed to do all.  Just us.  Simply.
I need to remember.  The struggle is a lie.  It is a part of the original fall.  Making our own plans.  Worrying.  Striving.  I want to live in rest.  In perfect peace.  I want to fight THAT fight.
blessings.