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When Self-Contempt and Jesus Collide
"I came back for you."I hear you say it, your hand at the small of my back, your arms holding me. For years it was my Father's voice I recognized. Opening my imagination. Cracking open my heart. When I see me with him. When I hear his voice.But I didn't think I could hear yours. Or think I ever wanted to.
taking back surrender
Surrendering might be the most difficult thing. True surrender--the kind where you feel powerless and empowered at the same time. Powerless because everything you've believed, everything you've fought for and were convinced about, is being laid down. Empowered because surrendering is, in fact, an action. No one can force us into it. No one can make us put up our hands and wave a white flag, even if we convince ourselves we are out of options.Surrendering is an act of will. Our will. Despite obstacles, challenges, hurdles where we can't imagine a way through, surrendering is still a choice, a way forward.Surrender doesn't have to mean a step back.
Look up, my darling, look up.
When I hear Him, this space I’m in, at this plain wooden table, this window with the cobwebs at the corner of the metal screen, this soft rumble of washing machine, this smell of wet dog near my feet, I study the room, looking for clues for what is different.
All is different? No, all is the same.