Some Irish novel I read ages ago introduced me to the phrase "offer it up", a Catholic thing about giving weighty problems you can't do anything about to God to sort out. (Actually, a quick browse of Catholics talking about "offering it up" reveals they do it with petty annoyances too, and there's no "sorting out" involved. I like the book's version better. At least, I like what I thought the book was saying better.)
Anyway, the phrase reminds me of something I do, so it stuck in my head as a good description. When it comes to things like fear, anger, pain and despair, "letting go" just isn't as effective a concept as "handing it over". If I just let that stuff go, it'll be floating around out there somewhere forever, unresolved. If I place it in the care of a dynamic, omnipotent and benevolent personality, I feel better knowing it's being resolved.
It makes no difference that I understand this is a throwback to early childhood, when mum or dad took care of all the really big problems, or that I know if anything's going to get sorted out this way it'll be some hidden facet of my own psychology doing the sorting. It's a very effective healing method all the same. When I'm wide open to it, it can be cathartic and explosive. It works as well with overwhelming awe and wonder.