This afternoon I drove through town with two little ones giggling in the backseat and I poured my heart out. I sang through my sobs and I laid it down. At his feet. Where it belongs. He has this, I don't. He knows the destination. I am only asked to walk the path. He is my portion. Nothing is impossible for Him. He holds my world in His hands.
I'm going to need to revisit this post many times in the next few weeks (and the rest of my life for that matter). And I will have to lay it down EVERY day, because He's more than enough for me.