Over and over, inside out and upside down, my heart unravels and is re-stitched in surrender.
To the life I never knew, the hesitancies and hopes I keep handing to God, new places, new faces, different scenarios I never saw myself experiencing.
But here I am, submerged in the unplanned, surprising twist of fate that tests my faith and strengthens my obedience.
Trust. Trust is the sister to surrender that is bullheaded and straight-laced, in tandem with acquiescing to the world that spins on while I spur my feet faster to keep up.
For the life of me, I don’t understand how I constantly find myself being asked to submit and surrender. I am not one who likes to sit still, and I bristle at attempt of restraint. //
Is surrender accepting defeat? Wave that ragged white flag and swing it in the air? Does surrender stop my dreams? Or am I submitting my dreams to what He has for me?
What am I losing? Is there anything I can gain in return? It isn’t even about return at all, really. If anything, it’s relenting of the weight that pushes me down and tries to bring my pride to life. What I want, I must first run past God, and if He has something greater for me, so be it. He is far more trustworthy with the weight of this world than I.
Let my heart swing wide in ultimate dependence on His decree, white flag refusal to bend to anything other than God’s great plan, His purpose, His love, His words and thoughts and ways. Swing wide in surrender, upside down and inside out living opposite in absolute abandon.
Continuing my attempt at the Five Minute Friday weekly writing challenge. Five minutes to write on the assigned topic. Raw and unedited. (Yikes!) This week’s topic: Intentional. // symbolizes where five minutes stopped, and then I continued writing.