Let It Go

I love Idina Menzel.  I love Frozen.  I love singing, “Let it GOOOOOOO, let it GOOOOOOO!!!”

I love that song even more now because I really did follow Queen Elsa’s advice (if you somehow missed the whole Frozen phenomenon, watch this).  I finally let it go.  Granted, every day I fight the temptation to try to control everything.  But, I have learned that losing is gaining.  I let go of self-medicating. I let go of trying to be perfect.  I let go of being angry.  I let go of trying to take over the world.  I let go of needing a predictable paycheck.  I let go of worrying about what people think of me.  I let go of trying to make everybody happy.  I let go of trying to be everything to everyone.  I let go of tomorrow.

Don’t let them in, don’t let them see
Be the good girl you always have to be
Conceal, don’t feel, don’t let them know
Well, now they know!
Let it go, let it go

“Let go, and let God.”  That’s what a good friend wrote to me upon hearing the news that this here little blog was honored with the award of Best Food Blog in Phoenix Magazine‘s Best of the Valley 2015 (Thanks Phoenix Magazine and everyone who voted!!!!).  She was reminding me that the successes I’m seeing now are a result of finally  raising the white flag on self-suffiencey and getting my heart straight.  It’s no longer my plan, it’s God’s plan, and I’m along for the ride.  I let go of everything that doesn’t matter and stand firmly in the knowledge that I’m extravagantly loved by God and the incredible humans He has put around me.  I return to that every day as I have a tendency to forget. It’s not a one-and-done kind of thing. It’s a daily, moment to moment discipline to let it go.

Let the chickens flap and let it go.

Jesus loves me, He loves you, too.  He’s showing me that letting go is the best way to live.  After all, you can’t put God in control, but keep the control to yourself at the same time.  It’s one way or the other.  I tried to do it on my own and we know where that left me.  I let go, let God and give Him every ounce of credit for the good things in my life.

So, don’t mind me while I sing “Let It Go” at the top of my lungs in my car.