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.

Forever.

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.