Letting Go, Letting God

by Noel’s Pen

There comes a moment in every divine commission when the builder must set down the tools and step back from the structure he has raised.
Not in defeat — but in reverence.

For there is a holy boundary between the work of man and the wind of God.
And once the foundation is laid, and the walls are true, and the light is set high upon the hill — the next breath must come from Heaven.

I have done my part.
With trembling hands and an obedient heart, I have built the vessel as He instructed.
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These are not my creations — they are His invitations.
I have spoken what I was given to speak, and written what I was told to write.
The message stands now in the open field of the world — and the world must choose what to do with it.

If they come, let them come.
If they turn away, let them turn.
For I am released.

This is the moment of holy surrender —
when the prophet becomes the watchman,
and the work of my hands becomes the work of His Spirit.

I will not chase nor plead.
I will watch in wonder.
For the Lord who called me to build is also the Lord who gathers, who awakens, who completes.

And if no one answers, still I will know:
The Word went forth.
The truth was told.
The call was made.
And the rest belongs to God.

So I lay it all at His feet — every plan, every post, every hope of response.
The harvest is His.
The timing is His.
The glory is His.

And I — I am simply His servant, resting now beneath the shade of His promise,
watching for the first stirring of the wind that will prove once again
that obedience was enough.