What is Surrender supposed to look like?


So, I say that it is about surrender or the “art of surrender”, but I’m struggling to know how to do that, what it really means to surrender my all to God…

I think first we have to know the character of God. My pastor has been talking a lot about God’s justice. It is nice to be familiar with God, but do we sacrifice reverent fear for comfortable familiarity. God really isn’t “my bro”, “the big man in the sky”; “my homeboy”…to say these things is to cheapen the very essence of who the Divine is. He is holy, set apart, other! It is great to liken Him to your husband, which is the status I find most familiar with myself. However, HE is also the Lord Almighty, Loving King, Gracious Father, Prince of Peace, Lamb of Judah, Rock of Jesse…all powerful, all knowing, all in all…I AM!

He is the same God from Old to New. We cannot embrace the God of the New Testament dismissing the Old as irrelevant. Jesus is God!

I think we have lost sight of God’s justice, Sovereignty, Power, Majesty…we don’t tremble enough because we don’t worship the God who is…there is a wide chasm between the God we want and the God who is…

I have been living the “old me” these last several months with very little concern for the consequences. I asked God to reveal Himself to me for who He really was a long time ago. People didn’t go up and pat Him on the back and say “how’s it going” when they met God, they trembled, glowed, were blinded, face down on the ground, touching the hem of His robe…they could not help but proclaim who He was even in their mockery.

He has done so much in my life. I often think that much of what I say on “Blogger” and “myspace” is deceit. How I want what I say to be the actions of my heart. So, as I travel on this new journey I will ask you…

WHAT DOES SURRENDER LOOK LIKE TO YOU?


Mary Mother of Jesus is my example of surrender. She is a true and amazing example of the unquestioning will to follow the Lord. I’ve loved her so much because I am so unlike her. She astounds me, not only in carrying the Son of God, but in caring for the Son of God…she pondered and kept everything in her heart and she rejoiced in God and doing His will…
46And Mary said:
"My soul exalts the Lord,
47And my spirit has rejoiced in God my Savior.
48"For He has had regard for the humble state of His bondslave;
For behold, from this time on all generations will count me blessed. 49"For the Mighty One has done great things for me;
And holy is His name.
50"AND HIS MERCY IS UPON GENERATION AFTER GENERATION
TOWARD THOSE WHO FEAR HIM.
51"He has done mighty deeds with His arm;
He has scattered those who were proud in the thoughts of their heart. 52"He has brought down rulers from their thrones,
And has exalted those who were humble.
53"HE HAS FILLED THE HUNGRY WITH GOOD THINGS;
And sent away the rich empty-handed.
54"He has given help to Israel His servant,
In remembrance of His mercy,
55As He spoke to our fathers,
To Abraham and his descendants forever."
-Luke 1: 46-55

Comments

Anonymous said…
Wow girl what a question and one that I really don't know how to answer. What does surrender look like? You've got my mind to thinking.....

I do want to add that right now I'm struggling with the way parents are letting their children act in the house of God. It has really bothered me the fast 2 Sundays 2 boys wearing shorts and flip flops running through the church. I was raised to respect the house of God and don't feel that some are teaching their children to show respect when in church....

I hope you're doing well. I haven't done much "real" blogging lately. Got a lot going on and don't feel I can be me right now....Talk to you soon!
2:01 PM
Gigi said…
oh sister sassy.....
different every time. I listen and hear and wrestle with it and then finally FINALLY surrender it to Him and wonder what took me so long. Now that's the times I hear, I think so much of my life is spent not listening there is much more to BE surrendered. love you and your journey becky
12:59 PM
Anonymous said…
Hi Melissa,

I'm just checking to make sure you got my e-mail thanking you for the lovely card you sent me. ;)
4:30 PM
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