why don't I?

Just this evening I witnessed one of those moments in the everyday where God whispers something gently on your heart. I'm sure they happen more often than not, it's just that I rarely pay attention.

I was making dinner and Shawn and Lauren were playing in the living room. I peeked around the corner to see what little game they were involved in. It was beautiful and it was convicting... Shall I explain? You see, Shawn was rolling this little ball to Lauren. He would cheer her on to roll it back to him. Only, when she tried to roll the ball it never made it past her tiny fingertips. She couldn't let go. There she was with her arms outstretched to her father, holding on to some small thing she desperately wanted to let go of but couldn't. How many times in my life do I hold on to that one small thing? I am desperate to rid myself of it, but so afraid or nervous or just plain attached to it that I cannot fully give it to my Father. He is there. He is waiting. He is cheering me on to just let go already. So why don't I?