Letting go...

This is my abstract version of a cornfield. It's funny this year but I'm having a hard time letting go of the cornfields and I just keep taking pictures and sketching like I'm never gonna see another one again. Go figure. It's probably because I've enjoyed them more than ever, either because of my art or because I'm getting older and realize the seasons of our life, just like the seasons of crops come and go and are quickly passing. And I want to hold on to things.

Speaking of holding on to things, today, at church, we heard a message on forgiveness. He said that our anger against someone who has really wounded us is sometimes like a ferocious hunger. It's like we've sat down at a big feast of scrumptious, high calorie foods laid out before us. We are the only ones there. And we begin to eat. We stuff our mouths, hardly chewing our food, grabbing this, snatching that...while it drips down our chin and off our elbows, taking more and more in, and we gorge and eat and feast on our powerful, hungry anger until we realize..... our own skull lays before us... and our own bones... and it is our own selves we have devoured. ...... .... And we were reminded that letting go of our anger toward someone who has hurt us will set us free from this bitter destruction. Forgiveness is not always forgetting, or even trusting again.... it's just letting go of the anger and resentment against that person for the wrong committed against us. It's staying in relationship one more day.

I can learn a lot of things about letting go from being in a cornfield... and being in a church.