When chicken soup won’t cure the need for warmth around the heart and the expression of my need is beyond articulation, surrender opens rivers of miraculous transformations tailored for the shape of my individuality. Letting go; releasing Goliath-like imaginations with legitimate constraints and legitimate damnations. Blessed assurance relieves the anxieties of bruised sensitivities and soothes the fears of dreamed-up scenarios that never play out. Could-be problems, stacked at the altar of never-to-be problems, rest in a memorial to submission; safely tucked away in the solution that was already provided before the problem ever existed.
“Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest” Matthew 11:28 (NKJV)
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