One of the hardest things I’ve always found as a Christian is the concept of surrender. Thinking back, if I’m honest with myself, this is the first year I have ever completely surrendered my heart to God. Sure, I gave him bits and piece, the desolate wrecks I just didn’t know what else to do with, the minuscule details, and the things I figured he could handle, but never my whole heart. I hesitated constantly. It’s hard being vulnerable; allowing yourself to be completely exposed and handing over the reigns to God, when part of you still wonders if he really can do a better job than you can by yourself. Yes, it’s hard, but it’s worth it. Where I once used him as a last resort, I am determined for God to always be the first place I go when I am troubled. He is my rock and anchor; the light that guides me home and calms my spirit.
I am letting go of who I was.