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Thoughts on Surrender

 

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Thoughts on Surrender



Sometimes, I wonder what it means to surrender to Jesus fully. I mean, I was born again quite a few years ago. I gave Him my heart, and my life. I definitely chose to follow Him. But I can see that slowly but surely in mine, as well as in the lives of all Christians, the self starts to crawl back towards the heart's throne, until eventually, he or she is sitting pretty once more. Of course, you are still saved, but Jesus is now off to one side, whilst you are in the driving seat.

Until you and I get off that throne and hand over the crown as well as the keys over to Jesus, we are doomed to a life of failure.

When we surrender, we give up our "rights." Our "right" to sleep in, our "right" to another slice of cake, our "right" to read a novel instead of God's Word, our "right" to be entertained, our "right" to be comfortable, our "right" to get even, or to answer back. Our "right" to be right!

Yes, complete surrender entails a laying down of these and more. But when we lay our "rights" down, we allow the Holy Spirit to direct our words, our behaviour, our habits, and our thoughts. And that is what we all need. Without the help of the Holy Spirit, we cannot become holy.

Dearest Lord,
Please help me to surrender every room, every corner, every part of myself to You today and each day. And fill me. Take the wheel. May I always obey and follow You.
Amen.

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Scriptures:

Galatians 5:16

1 Peter 5:6

Luke 9: 23, 24

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