We Christians talk about surrender, but do we really understand its value on a daily basis?
I’ve been a Christian my whole life. My Christian walk has been a series of surrenders. It started with surrendering my heart to Jesus when I was 15 years old. I’ve had many more surrenders since then, but not on a regular basis.
One Christmas morning at 12:15 a.m., I sat on the stairs in our living room, holding back tears.
The presents were wrapped. The stockings were stuffed. The casserole was in the refrigerator, ready for our breakfast, only six hours away. The children were sleeping with sugarplum dreams, and my husband was snoring.
But I was exhausted. Physically and emotionally spent before Jesus’s birthday celebration.
Today’s post on blind faith is based on chapter 8 of my book, Newness of Life.
In this chapter about scattering and gathering stones, I spoke of smashing idol worship and remembering God’s faithfulness.
Prince of Peace,
You are my shield
my sword
and my defender.
Even though I trace the wounds
from so many Christmas battles,
today I lay down
my time-worn fight
and surrender to you.
