It’s been a while since I wrote about the power of
surrender, about choosing to “lay down this fight” in which my body was the
battlefield, not only for others to wage their wars of domination, but where I
attempted to conquer my own physical being, and not out of love but out of
loathing.
It’s been a while since I made that choice, and for a few
weeks I was able to rest in that place of surrender, trusting that God would
bring healing to the deep self-inflicted hurts that had been brought to light.
