Three nights ago I knelt beside my bed and began talking to God. I had already been in conversation with him earlier that day, but I could no longer resist the urge to kneel in his presence. With my head resting on my hands, I was no longer distracted, no longer running, and no longer striving. And though my words came out in a barely audible whisper, I knew he could hear me. He’d surely been waiting for me there all day! So I kneeled and I surrendered. There were no tears, no wailing, no begging or worry…simply surrender. I put all that I was holding in my hands into his loving and supremely capable ones.
“God, I am done trying to figure it all out. I’m tired of trying to make ‘it’ happen…whatever ‘it’ is. And I'm sorry for not trusting you. Here I am...I simply desire to be closer to you. Take this small act of surrender, my kneeling and my offering, and do what YOU will with my life. I am yours and you are mine. Thank you Jesus.”
But surrender is not just a one-time thing. I must keep kneeling before the God who holds the world in his hands. I want to make sure I keep offering him my world to take care of too.
