Surrender can mean many different things.

When I was a child, watching TV, surrender was something that every bad guy had to do by the end of the show. Back then, it meant that good had triumphed.

As an young adult, it meant something deeper. I listened to Sarah McLachlan singing about Sweet Surrender and it took on a more romantic meaning. It brought up images of beautiful vulnerability and allowing.

And now… at this stage of my life… It has morphed into something else…

It has become my teacher, my life lesson…

Now surrender means letting go of what I can’t control… And that’s pretty much everything. But this kind of letting go is not synonymous with defeat.

Surrender, to me, means trusting that what is happening is going to ultimately work itself out and that I don’t have to have the answer or the solution.

I have surrendered relationships that just couldn’t work

I have surrendered family, that couldn’t understand

I have surrendered most of my to do list because my body has given me no choice

And through it all… This word still feels like something positive

Surrender feels like growth

And growth feels like the good
still wins

I’m glad you’re here💜

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