I’m sitting at this computer with the feeling that I should blog something, but I really have no words to write down.
As I’m sitting here, I’m listening to a song called “I Surrender”:
every part of me”
I feel like I have been saying that for months now, “I surrender my will”, “I surrender my body”, “I surrender my desires” and on and on I could go.
The realization that my God is a god of all good things and my flesh is a flesh of all bad. Oh, how a war is raged when my God collides with my flesh!
I’m continually building an altar of surrender.
Right now, today, I can only give the Lord all of me. The battle that rages inside of me and around me I can’t fight on my own. I can desire to give “all of my life” for the rest of my days, but the reality for me today is that I can only face one day at a time.
I can only cling to my Lord at every break of dawn when I awake and have Him carry me through each day.
He is the one who lifts my head up when all I want to do is look to the ground. He is the one who straightens my back when all I want to do is slouch in defeat…
“Stand tall, My daughter, for I am with you” are the words whispered to me every day…
I may be a daughter whose battles have left her lame for a short while but I am also a daughter of a protective Father; of a Father who is more than willing to be clung to until I can run with Him again.
I was not meant to be carried all of my days but to run and bound up the mountains in life with my God. And when the ragged edges of the cliffs have wounded me, the Lord will carry me through until He has taught me to walk again.
