Joyful Surrender
This picture was drawn by a friend of mine who is also a worker in our area. She drew it during a time of prayer and fasting as a song that rose from her heart while processing her last season.
Our family just went through a huge transition. To me her picture is my cry of surrender. It represents the moment of realignment that my heart goes through when I once again have to let go of all the things I've held dear or that have given me pain. I give back to Father God the dreams I've worked so hard for, realizing that actually every breath, every moment of my being belongs to Him anyway. My friend described it best when she said, "I don’t want the sadness and grief and loss to define me, but neither do I want triumphs and joys to define me. It’s all a joyful love surrender to Him." This joyful love surrender is what gives me the courage to continue the journey that He's called me to.
I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I now live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me. - Galatians 2:20
About the Author: YK is a stay at home mom working in SE Asia. She is a forever learner of language, culture, and what it means to love and follow Jesus.
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