It finally happened. I always knew it would.
After years of trying to do this whole thing called “life” in my own strength, I got a heavenly dose of reality from my Creator.
God brought me to a breaking point. He brought me to a crossroads in my life. He made me realize I can’t do this on my own.
I’m ready to let go of the illusion of control.
I’m finally ready to completely and totally surrender a small fraction of my life to God.
I write this today as a new woman. I feel like a great weight has been lifted off my shoulders. The emotions I’ve felt over the last 48 hours are indescribably beautiful, after, at long last, I listened to the voices screaming within my spirit and loosened my stubborn grip on a miniscule portion my life, offering it up to God as a pleasing sacrifice.
I’ll never look back. I’ll never be the same.
I’m a new woman—that much I know.
I reached the end of my rope and gave it all to God. I laid before my Savior and promised Him that while I continue to run the bulk of my life as though He didn’t exist, I’m dedicating this miniature fragment to Him with reckless abandon.
I’m filled with optimism and hope as I look forward to, for the rest of my life, consecrating a minute piece of my life to Jesus, while keeping the vast majority of it to myself, completely separated from Him, doing with it whatever I please.
This is it. No looking back.
This tiny piece of my life belongs to you, Jesus.
I can’t wait to see how this extraordinary adventure unfolds.