I want to be dependent upon God PART 1

I’ve know for quite some time that we are not nearly as in control of our lives as we often like to think. So thinking of our lives as dependent on God is not as disempowering as some would think. In fact, it’s the opposite, I would argue.

The other day I listened to some music by Rebecca st. James (a rather huge leap from the industrial and black metal music that I usually listened to before and it feels great to, nowadays, have zero identity tied to the music that I listen to) at my job. I think that it was the song You are Loved that got me thinking of the fact that I like being dependent on God. To know that my life is in God’s hands. That God loves and cares for me.

Does this mean that I stop making my own efforts? No. Honestly I don’t know exactly what it means. Just not that. I’m not really sure what the proper relationship is here. At what point do I let go and allow God to take over? 

I think it has something to do with recognizing that my life is in the hands of a being that is so infinitely more powerful and wise than I am. A being that loves me more than I could ever imagine, as the song says. To really put this understanding in its proper perspective and allow myself to be humbled by it. And to allow God’s loving presence to be felt throughout my days, in good times and in bad times. Sometimes, when I can really feel this presence, feel what it truly means to me, I can get this overwhelming feeling of joy and my eyes tear up. The feeling can be triggered by such a simple thing as hearing the right song at the right time. 

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