My greatest storm came the moment I decided to surrender all to my Lord and Savior.  

There were moments I did not think I could go on…  Nights I could not breathe.  Barely hanging, not sure if He would catch me.  Doubt and fear pulling so heavily on faith.  It can be exhausting.  

It is hard…  Don’t let anyone ever tell you following Jesus is easy, it is the hardest thing I have ever done.  But the Hope in Him, in me, greater outweighs the fear and doubt that comes from the enemy.  

There is power in submission. There is hope in surrender.  There is life in death.

Like an American proudly raises his flag…  This soldier with humble defeat grabbing onto His Life chord, raising my surrender one tug at a time…  till it gracefully whips and rolls declaring Greater is He in me than he that is in this world.  

I surrender all.

And like the young kids eagerly marching out onto the school yard… each morning I surrender, declaring my freedom.

It took the storm…  It truly was the catapult for my faith…  my surrender.

It was there in the night, in the darkness, that I looked up and with such clarity, saw the beauty and The Light.

To overcome is to surrender.  

With humility, love and pure devotion… I raise my white flag.  Let’s fly them together.

²³ Then he said to them all: “Whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves and take up their cross daily and follow me. Luke 9:23 {NIV} 

surrendering daily,