Opposites attract.

I roused myself from the purple paisley sheet laid on the sole grassy patch of the property I now call home. I shoved the uncomfortable black buds into my ears and tossed my backpack over my shoulder, heading back down the mountain for some dinner. The little violet contraption I recieved for christmas has this amazing shuffle feature and while it may have been coincidence, I am going to say that the start of David Crowder's Forever and Ever was providence.

My sandaled feet headed down the hill, the steady rhythm quickening my steps. My shielded eyes greeted by green spires and the beautiful sunshine-its rays warming my face.

Love so indelible to know...
Love too unthinkable and true
I think I'm on the brink of something large
Maybe like the breaking of the dawn
Maybe like a match being lit
Or the sinking of a ship,
letting go gives a better grip

I'm finding everything I'll ever need
By giving up gaining everything
Falling for You for eternity
Right here at Your feet
Where I wanna be
I am Yours

With each passing day, I'm learning how true those bolded lines are.
Letting go really does give a better grip.

Which makes absolutely no sense. I know.

But the more I let go of myself-my selfishness, my pride, my "wisdom", my plans-the more simple my life becomes. The more difficult, true. And also more complex...which seems to fit with this whole releasing and grasping paradigm shift. Simple in that my purpose is clear. Complex in that life takes on a much grander meaning.

So the less I squeeze. The easier it is to hold on. Weird. But I like weird.