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The lens of surrender

the lens of Surrender:

  • guest post by Loxlia
  • notice this was written 3 years ago today–so good
Tuesday, September 18, 2012 7:37 AM

When you are surrounded by darkness there are moments that you actually feel the fragments of your heart slipping to the floor.Sitting cross-legged on the kitchen floor. A tiny, fragile body seizing. My hand running over his smallness. Memorizing the shape of him. This moment wrapped up in the contrast of life and death. Of agony and joy.

And yet in Peace I sit aware of the Joy flowing out of my heart. Knowing for certain by the very existence of him, of this moment, that there is nothing that could extinguish my Heart.

It is the very contrast. The contradiction of the reality and the Joy that my heart is basking in that allows me to Live. To feel my breath. To Love.

Perspective. The surrender of your focus. The ability to always look up. Reach up. To choose His view.

He is the only true source of Joy.

To Trust. To give it all back freely. Not in some act of performance or ritual. But in the pure-open-hearted living of only His will.

The audacious surrender of life. Of Clinging to nothing but Him. It is the only way to offer love.

To give of your heart with reckless abandon secure in the safety of His Love.

Knowing that what you offer is only whole and complete when drawn from the Source.

When the pouring out of your time, your life, your joy comes with no expectation, no self-centered need then it has Real Value.

When the cost is immeasurable but the value still greater then there is true Worth in the offering.

True Perspective is viewing life through a lens of Surrender.


“So if you’re serious about living this new resurrection life with Christ, act like it. Pursue the things over which Christ presides. Don’t shuffle along, eyes to the ground, absorbed with the things right in front of you. Look up, and be alert to what is going on around Christ-that’s where the action is. See things from His perspective.” Colossians 3:1-2 MSG



Posted By Loxlia to lovelycrumbs at 9/18/2012 10:37:00 AM

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Guest post–The Chooser becomes the Chosen in “Inviting”

You Whisper it quiet. These words that feel liquid with the weight of Your love.”you are my home”

I wonder if maybe I misunderstood. I ask what it means. And You dismantle me with Your words.

“I feel wanted, welcome, comfortable. I feel loved, desired in you. You invite Me into your moments, your feelings. You choose Me.”

And then in a Whisper that seems to crash through the Heavens. That ravages the heart You’ve made whole. You say it.

“you’re inviting”

It’s as if You’ve just flung the stars from the sky in some cosmic display just for me. Just for me.

It is all I want to be. The only words that could ever be spoken of me that matter.

And You said them.

The tears spill wild. The heart swept up by Love so big it rages through me in torrents of Grace.

I am Yours. And You have found me “inviting”.

And suddenly the list of things I could do in my life is complete.

The one thing I have to give You. The one thing I can truly choose.

Is You.

We do this thing. This asking You into our lives. We make it a big deal.

It is a big deal.

But the biggest thing. The only thing. Is what we do afterward.

You can’t ask someone to marry you and then tell them to please stay in their own house. Don’t move anything in here. And please don’t try to love me ’cause I’m busy just trying to stay numb. I don’t really let anyone get close. I’m too much, too messy, and just completely not enough.

You can’t ask someone into your home and then tell them not to sit on the furniture. Oh, and please don’t touch anything. Or move anything. Or, really, don’t even breathe. ‘Cause I’ve got this all set up here the way I need it. The way it makes me feel secure. I might even hate the way it’s decorated but please don’t change anything ’cause I’ve got it all set up to work for me this way. I don’t want to take down any walls or let more light in. And don’t open the shades, someone might see how I really live in here.

I did that. You know I did that with You. Sadly, I think we all do.

And You lived with me so long that way. Sometimes You’d move a chair. Or change a picture on the wall. But I just couldn’t let You renovate completely. You wanted to remodel and I’d say, “ok, we’ll paint but just don’t take down that wall.”

One day I got it. I really got it.

And the windows blew out and the air drafted in and the fire blazed. And I stood there hands open letting it all go.

We picked up the pieces. Crawled through the ashes. And You, You scraped the wounds. You touched my scars and deemed them Beautiful.

I’m laying here the rivers flowing down the familiar trails. They follow the grooves of years of broken dreams, a broken heart desperate to be Whole. Now, they flow from a fountain of Love so deep I can’t contain them.

I get it. I really get it.

All I have to give You is my choice. Choosing You. 

Choosing You over everything.

Even my comfort. 

Everything.

Every. single. thing.

Reckless abandon to Your Love. Your will. Your heart.

Hands open, heart surrendered. Living as an audacious offering of Your Love.

Whatever that means in the story You are writing across my pages.

Because You are Love and You only give Good. 

And I am as desperate for You as I am to breathe.

When the moment arcs and I feel the arrows pierce and doubts come I cling only to You and hold on for dear life. And You never let go.

Because anywhere with You is everywhere.

Choice.

It is everything.

Mine is You.

After all, there is only You.

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Posted By Loxlia to lovelycrumbs at 6/22/2013 08:31:00 PM

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