Along the way I've had to decide, whether I was going to simply give up, or fight. I've decided neither way is the right way. Today, I am trying to remember; what you resist or fight, persists. If I really believe what I say I believe, I must go with the flow of life. It feels like I've finally gotten to a place of surrender.
Surrender is a scary place to be. It is a place of faith and letting go of the need to control or even know where God is taking me. What I've learned along the way is this: Even when, no, especially when, I feel like I'm about to lose everything, something wonderful happens.
The waiting game like torture sometimes. Then you look back over your life and realize just how fast it has passed by. Today I am deciding to surrender to the day, trust my God to take me where He has planned for me to be.
I am expecting something extraordinary to happen today. I am also grateful for this rollercoaster of a life I'm allowed to live. When I remember what wonderful gifts I've been given, it's easier to get up and do what needs to be done.
Fantasizing the freedom to go through the "birth pangs" of change and come out with a new outlook on life.