When I surrender, my concerns, worries, and insecurities leave my shoulders and rest in the scarred hands of my Savior. They become a testament to His love, power, and grace; His willingness to carry the weight of my world.
When I surrender, my pain becomes passion for the hurting souls around me. My fears lose power as freedom becomes my anthem. My life gains purpose beyond my personal needs and desires.
When I surrender, the truth fills my veins. Lies no longer flow from my mind to my heart to my feet. Courage drives me into the battle that I spent so many years running from, the battle that no one can escape, the battle for goodness and innocence and life.
When I surrender, peace, like a river, floods my senses. My eyes are no longer clouded by people and events from the past. My ears no longer hear conversations that I regret. My mind is released from guilt and free to experience all that the present has to offer.
When I surrender, this human jumble of words stops trying to arrange herself into more than she is; more than she has the power to make herself become. The grand Author is finally able to arrange her into the purposeful piece of poetry, the hopeful story of heroism, the meaningful mystery, the redemptive romance that He began writing long before the first word of her existence was spoken by humanity.
“Submit yourselves, then, to God.” James 4:7a
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