Trust The Process

This week, on my way out of the gym and into the b e a utiful sunshine late Tuesday morning, it occurred to me. I had to take my own advice to let go and trust the process.

Earlier in the morning, I was whipping up a huge batch of anxiety and worry. I didn't need to pull out the recipe. I know it by heart.

5 lbs of of getting way to attached

8 cups of squeezing out God

2 sticks of buying into the idea that I can control things

3 cups of wringing my hands

4 teaspoons getting caught up in myself

Mix well at a feverish pace and bake in the oven until it's burned to a crisp. Tastes terrible and serves not one person.

After spending some time that morning on this God-awful dish (no pun intended) I headed to the gym. After a hearty run on the treadmill, something shifted inside me and I felt soooo liberated.

I remembered that the times in my life when things have worked themselves out, have often been when I've taken a bit of a more passive role, trusting there is a force much greater than I. It is a force who knows what I need more than I do and will reveal it to me, if I remain open.

How do I remain open? Well, somedays I don't but on the days I do, meditation is key.

Meditation frees up the mental space formerly occupied by pesky worry and anxiety, so God's guidance and direction can move on in. It reduces what I call "the frenzies." You know, those moments when we run around like chickens with our heads cut off, attempting to manipulate our circumstances from a total human position, absent of the divine.

So this week, I find myself repeating this mantra, "trust the process."

Not always easy, but trust me, much easier than the alternative and far less mentally exhausting (and more tasty).

Do you find at times you can trust the process more than others? When? I would love to hear all about it!