Safety and surrender
Swirl in my head
Like the leaves the wind twirls in front of me.
Why is it hard to raise hands of surrender when I don't feel safe?
Because I don't feel in control?
The wind moves where it wants.
The trees release leaves in God's patterns.
What do I actually control?
It's an illusion.
Our control is non-existent;
safety just consistent, sustaining Grace, purposefully provided.
Rather,
We are surrounded by a loving God's goodness so much,
We feel like our own power manifested
the good things we desired,
But He knows the desires of our hearts.
Swirling stills
Truth stares me in the face:
The only control I actually have
Is to choose surrender,
Or to believe the lie that I have control to begin with.
The one gift I can offer
Is my whole self.
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