“I eventually gave up trying to get things done. Midway through the afternoon I finally came to a point of surrender. I surrendered my plans for the day, admitted my weakness, and the how my simplest plans are beyond my ability.”
I woke up Monday with a million things to do. Midway through the morning, I felt sick. My head throbbed; my stomach ached. I couldn’t look at a computer. The sun felt too bright, and the room too hot. I tried pushing through, but the harder I pushed, the worse I felt.
I eventually gave up trying to get things done. Midway through the afternoon I finally came to a point of surrender. I surrendered my plans for the day, admitted my weakness, and the how my simplest plans are beyond my ability.
As I did this, I began to realize how many other areas in my life are out of my control. Stresses bubbled to the surface, and I gave them over to God. I began to realize how much I was carrying, and how much I try to control. I’m much weaker than I like to admit, and I carry more than I should. It’s good that I want to work hard and get things done; it’s bad that I forget that I’m weak, and that I carry anxieties I should have handed over to him a long time ago.