Ever-changing Enchantments

Aug. 1, 2006 - struggling surrender

"Shall I not drink the cup the Father has given me?"

Shall I not?
I wish not to.
I try and
fight and kick not to.

Shall I not?

I have no choice.
No choice at all in the matter.

Drink it?
No.
I won't.

So it is poured down my throat while I kick and scream and sputter and drown.

How do I stop fighting this?
How do I stop myself from drowning in this?

Stop.
Relax.
Soften.
Let Go.
Stop struggling and float upon the surface. Drift along wherever the wind and waves and currants take me.
Float
and trust that where God and the Spirit are taking me shall be good.
Shall be a far better place, a better plan
far beyond any of what my wildest imaginations could come up with.

Surrender to it.

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