Love is Surrender

The forgotten beauty of giving in and letting go.



WHAT IS TRUST?

I remember, as a child, doing trust falls. Leaning backwards until I completely lost my balance, waiting for the tiny person behind (who was no bigger than I was) to catch me. Perhaps this was when I learned that trust had to be earned, and that not everyone was worthy for me lose my balance in their presence. Some would be standing right behind me and not seem to forget the game we were all playing. Some would even be calling out, “I’m ready! Do it! Fall back!” and would betray my simple child’s trust, laughing as I thudded to the ground. There was almost a coolness and desirability to being that kid who could fool everyone else, and yet never be fooled. Nothing was more embarrassing than catching another kid, only to fall to the ground yourself. Better to let them fall, and appear strong and indomitable amongst your peers; a beginner’s lesson in betrayal. And so we find ourselves, many of us, walking the streets in a world where eye contact has become almost too much to muster. We blame the addictive luminescence of our cell phone screens, but invariably it was the words shining through the glass that broke us. And if conversations from miles apart are already so dangerous, how deadly could a real, in-person, knife to the heart be? Having to watch them say it? Having to manage our untrained facial expressions? Perhaps, even, having to answer with all the weight of our inexperienced voices? The convenience of having such a powerful glass buffer is the freedom to dismiss those skills we never put into practice. And so we listen first, and look second. We listen for the kindness we haven’t found, for the words that make us feel brave. We listen for a reason not to hide behind more predictable and inconsequential social profiles, however shallow and unsatisfying they may be, as our vicarious lives dance across the screen in vivid technicolor. And then, we look up.

FINDING REST

The pinnacle of trust is rest. When we can turn our back to someone, and feel safe. When we can fall in their presence, and know that our hope in them is well-placed. And there is one relationship where we not only hope or expect to find this rest; we intuitively know that we have a right to it. Not that we always get what we need — or what our value demands — from our parents, but somewhere deep inside we know that we are not supposed to feel any fear, dread, or pain in association with the words mother and father. When the world lets us down, we are supposed to be able to run into the arms of mom and dad, and everything is supposed to be okay. We are supposed to feel valued, supposed to feel seen, supposed to feel supported, and most importantly, we are supposed to be able to look into their eyes and feel that depth of mutual devotion which founds the whole of every truly safe and worthwhile society. And so, we lament the damages done by love lost in our childhood relationships.


We can picture it in our minds, even if we’ve never known it, the kind of rest that exists in that perfect parent-child relationship. We can imagine looking into their eyes and feeling… safe. Feeling no tension. Feeling no pressure to perform, no elephant in the room, no tingling sensation of doubt. Just… safe. At peace. Asleep to our worries and utterly unself-conscious as we sit staring into the eyes of our predecessors, reveling in the reflection of our own worth in that glimmer of pride and adoration dancing across the glass surfaces of their eyes. Enough to put us in a trance-light state as we gaze into the windows of one another’s souls to marvel at the shimmering light of vitality and love pouring through. A feeling we chase, sometimes for a lifetime, even when it seems impossible to find or meant for a more worthy soul. A total serenity that comes with feeling close to the ones that came before you, knowing that you share a oneness that no one else in the world can duplicate. And sometimes, having not been able to receive this kind of rest in the love of our own homes as children, we experience finality and solace in the circle of life, as we find ourselves miraculously providing for our own children what we ourselves lack — almost as if Love circled back to find us, to give us a second chance. I have come to find, and have not yet been proven wrong, that having just one devoted and reliable adult can be the difference between growing into a balanced human being and falling into the abyss. With just one source of imperfect-but-loving guidance, we often find ourselves strong enough to climb out of the muck and build a life for ourselves. To the extent that we lack this one thing, and fail to find it later on, we are all too often reduced to a spectacle as we spiral into one vice or another, forever lopsided and deficient in some way — notwithstanding that there was never anything wrong with us, to begin with. But without the mirror of another’s loving gaze, we simply cannot see ourselves as we should. Even as we fall, we are at least fleetingly aware of this immitigable truth. One of the only redeeming forces, however hyperbolized, ridiculed, and fictionalized, is that elusive remedy we like to call true love. Maybe our society idolizes it overmuch, or maybe it’s too rare to expect to find, but I think that our obsession with true love and soul mates is a reflection of something quite beautiful; our willingness to admit that finding deep and true love is the ultimate goal of our lives is a healthy form of vulnerability and self-awareness. It’s simply honest. Knowing that I am my love’s, and my love is mine is a special kind of oneness just as real and blissful as the ideal relationship with one’s parents. And unlike one’s parents, we have a sense of agency in searching for, finding, and choosing this person. Being chosen. There’s a different kind of special in the sense of belonging, when someone had a choice whether or not to love you; whether or not to stay with you; whether or not to build a life with you. They had no former obligation to you whatsoever; and yet, they still chose you. To choose and be chosen — not once, but continually — is to connect to the light within another human being; it is something we all long to experience.


There is nothing we seem to covet more than that couple who really "has it." When they look into each other’s eyes, we see a childlike sense of dependency, a strength of devotion, a mutuality that goes beyond mere commitment and rests deep within the heart. And that’s it, in a word, isn't it? We see rest. If only we were able to trust, and to be worthy of trust, we might understand this most prized reward — but is trust, alone, enough to get there? To that place of infantile dependency?


THE BEAUTY IN SURRENDER

Sometimes, in order to experience such beauty, we must take trust to it's extreme. To say that I trust someone is merely to say that I place my confidence in that person’s intentions and actions; to surrender, however, is another matter entirely. Surrender is the pinnacle of trust; the utmost extent of un-self-reliance.

But when we think of surrender, the image that usually comes to mind is one of war. We picture two armies fighting in a battle, and one of them is already losing; so, in an effort to preserve their lives, the troops decide to surrender. Arguably, it's a confusing concept to work out in terms of love. What does it mean to surrender to love? Since when, in this cold world, does some kind of Great Love affront us, and put us into such a position of imminent loss that we hoist the white flag? In what scenario is love a conquering force? I would be willing to wager that if you’ve ever been in love, you already know that this interchange actually makes sense. There comes a moment when, in developing a connection with someone, the intimacy and care and longing all seem to find synergy. If only for a moment, you have a choice. You can still walk away. You know that you are about to be overcome, and that once you give in, you probably won’t be able to simply abort the situation. There is something like a threshold, and, if you move past it, you know you’ve crossed the point of no return. If you are wise, you won’t have come to this place entirely on accident; but regardless, few and far between are the people who won’t throw themselves with reckless abandon into a loving connection once they’ve found it. And why? Because it feels good, and not only that, but it feels right in some elusively divine way. This does not only describe romantic love, but can even be experienced, say, between a child and adoptive parents; between a foster parent or community mentor and that one, special child; or even in a deep, rich, and meaningful friendship. A lasting bond between two people is formed — it cannot easily be undone.


Of course, we’re almost never so cheesy or poetic as to say, “I have connected with the light of another soul,” but that’s exactly what has happened. As far as I’m concerned, we might as well be honest, and call it what it is — some things, by their very nature, are totally disconnected from everything practical, and this is one of them; love is simply about love. The real question here is: why do we hesitate in pursuing and creating meaningful and deep connections in our lives? What, exactly, do we have to lose?


THE COST AND THE REWARD

The truth which reveals itself along the way is that this love, once we have attained it, is not freedom. Indeed, it is the opposite of freedom; you have decided to belong to someone rather than to remain unattached. You have decided to submit your needs to the needs of the other person — or at least to the needs which arise from attempting to merge your life with theirs. You have decided to give up, sometimes, a whole host of other things in order to belong. To be had. To be marked unavailable to the world by someone. Suffice it to say: you have been conquered. And yet, the beautiful and mysterious thing about “true” love is that this conquering is somehow mutual. You have both given up the world to have one another instead; it is a beautiful and strange thing, really. The deeper, hidden jewel in finding love is that through allowing yourself to be conquered, you find a new kind of freedom. A freedom within security; a freedom from loneliness, from heartache, and sometimes even from trauma. Love is a healing force, and when one person can’t or won’t give us what we need — or when they take what we never offered — another person can come along and fill that sad, empty space with the light of their own souls. This can only happen, however, when we are willing to surrender; when we are willing, at long last, to allow love to wash over us unrestricted and unquestioned. The point here is that no one can love us unless we consent to be loved. Full consent, in turn, is only realized in surrender. A resolve not to prevent what is about to happen. A decision to allow something, someone to invade our most private space. When we’re closed off and jaded, the openness demanded by real love can feel incredibly dangerous. And perhaps it should; after all, not everyone is worthy of that kind of trust.


WHO IS WORTHY?

It turns out that the Love we are seeking to find in our families, friends, lovers … in reality, our souls are craving something far beyond what any one of them can satisfy: Divine Love. Perfect Love. Something powerful enough to change us on almost a molecular level, rewiring our brains to quit the cycle of fear and shame, drenching our hearts in love so rich that our thirst is finally quenched. Healing us from within, without adding any damages to it. Without betraying our trust. Without leaving us holding our aching hearts, longing for that next dose of a better love. Without mistakes and misunderstandings. In truth, there is only one who can give us such a rare and beautiful thing.


Believe it or not, God is always seeking to share life with you, and he can give you a love with no glass surfaces. No screens or windows, barriers or buffers. Just Love.


But wouldn’t I know it, if God were really speaking to me?


Perhaps not, if no one taught you how to listen. Are you not here right now, reading these words? It is no coincidence.


However random or meaningless your life may seem, I already know that God loves you. How do I know? Because I know him. And I can tell you that there was a time and place where you were nothing but an immaterialized thought in the mind of God, and decided that you were a good idea.


God has given you life in the pursuit of sharing life with you; all that he needs is for you to reciprocate. To share your life with him, and to seek him out as you discover the breath and the depth of his love for you, as you become aware of him seeking you. It all begins and ends with this one determination: we love him, because he first loved us. God knows that this life is hard, and sometimes downright awful, and it is not his desire to leave us longing forever. I have known the deepest sorrow and the most piercing pain, and I can tell you that there is no corner of your heart, no matter how dark, no matter how broken, that he cannot touch with his healing light. It begins the very moment that you invite him in and surrender yourself to him. To walk with God is to allow him to shed light on your heart, and to surrender each illuminated fragment to his perfect healing touch. I promise you that there is no peace more serene, and no joy more complete, than to be wrapped in his perfect love. Even the most unbelievable suffering finds meaning in his presence and, at the same time, the pain melts; it unravels, it dissolves in his warmth.


You could say that his Love is like a solvent — in goes unspeakable trauma, and out comes unspeakable beauty.


Perhaps, this could be the moment when everything you have been through begins to take on a new purpose; it’s all something that you can give to God, for him to reveal its meaning to you. Just wait and see what wonders he’ll work, when you do. Maybe this is the day that you realize you want more… to become more… to be something beautiful, and to un-become whatever you are. The good new is that God created you. He can unmake you. He can re-create you. And, perhaps most importantly, he can show you who you already are in a new light. He did, after all, design you — he should know the purposes of his own design. And when we surrender to God — when we allow ourselves to intentionally let go, to lose balance in his presence, to fall into the arms of God — he is not only right there, able to catch us, but he does; he catches us. The God of Love gets no joy out of watching his beloved ones fall. Even when we lose our footing, trip, or get knocked out by life, He is always there to catch those who belong to him; those who genuinely place their trust in him, those who call out to him for help when they’re in trouble. He is our rescuer.


More than that: as you continue to share life with him, he straightens the path out in front of you and plants your feet on flat ground, stopping the world from spinning and the way ahead from twisting itself away from your purpose. God does it all… when we surrender. Whatever we surrender to Him, He heals and perfects; whatever we keep away from Him, He allows us to keep in its unperfected, even damaging, state. Why does he allow us do this to ourselves? Because free will is not only some value, deeply held, when it comes to God: he invented it. It was his idea in the first place that we should be able to decide for ourselves whether or not to belong to him. As such, there are boundaries in place that keep him from intervening in an unsurrendered life.


Now, I realize that nobody has probably told you about this — about the truth of this life experience that you were born into — but through a great deal of study, conversation, and personal experience, I have found that God has set these principles in place and will not violate them up unless some greater principle is violated by his inaction. The foremost of these greater principles is that he will only allow so much evil in the world before stepping in and taking over; it may not seem like it at times, but there is an upper limit, and there is a sovereign, loving God to enforce final judgement against evil.


SO WHAT’S THE CATCH?


When we place something into God’s hands, then he is in control of that something; we have given him permission to step in and do the impossible for us. When we hold onto it, however, and keep it in our own hands — when we do not yield control… it is, quite literally, out of God’s hands.


It’s kind of incredible, really, to understand this power that he’s given us, and quite humbling. In all actuality, though, it’s the “catch” that comes with living this life; God essentially gave us sovereignty over our own lives to find out whether or not we would give it back to him. The answer to the trick question of who is in control is that, even though we’re being given this opportunity to know what it is to reign supreme over our own lives, he’s ultimately the only one who can accomplish anything. Which means he’s the one who should be in control. Our control is an illusion, a privilege with no power, begging to reveal itself to us as the farce that it is.


And how could a good God play such a cruel trick on us? Well, he didn’t. From the beginning, he’s made his truth known to us, but we tend to ignore him, and some of us even go so far as to hide the truth from one another. In essence, that is the very reason that this post exists. The truth was hidden from you, but God wanted to make sure that it got to you some way, some how. And so, he told me to write this. Try for all that you’re worth to believe me, because your life may very well depend on it.


But what if God has never shown up for you? Has never done anything for you? How can you read these words and believe them?


Well, I have a secret for you: if God hasn’t done any good in your life, it may literally be because no one has invited him into your life in the first place. Neither you, nor anyone on your behalf. And what do I mean by that? I mean that perhaps no one has ever prayed for you before — before now, that is, because if you are reading this post, then it’s already an answer to someone’s prayers for you. I prayed that God would bring you here, would touch you with these words, and would knock on the door to your heart. And I didn’t even have to know you — that’s how little God needs to intervene in someone’s life. I literally said, “God, bring people to my website and speak to them through me.” And while I may have no idea who you are or how many will come, God knows exactly who you are, and he relished the invitation. Trust me — I have known him for a very long time. Heck, the website was his idea in the first place. See what I mean about control being a trick question? He engineered a way for me to invite you into his presence, and then gave me the question to ask so that he could answer it. It’s almost ridiculous the lengths he’ll go to reach you; all I had to do was to listen to his voice and do what he asked of me.


Remember that, like I said before, God knows that this life is hard. Every good thing that happens to us is from above, but when the bad overshadows the good it can be hard to make sense of it all, and God really does understand the obstacles we face. The best way to find clarity is simply to take matters into your own hands and ask him for yourself. I promise you that nothing would bring him more joy. Perhaps, he’ll bring a memory back to you; perhaps something entirely different. The beautiful fact of the matter is that it’s between you and him; all I know is that it will be something beautiful. Dare to believe that.


But how can we know the depths of the human soul? How can I know everything that’s in my heart, let alone give it to him?


The shot answer is: we can’t. So many things we hide away without ever knowing it. The key, then, is not just to surrender our lives on one day, in some formulated prayer, but instead to surrender everything in our lives at every opportunity. You don’t have to know everything; just let him show you one thing at a time, and give him what you see. Then, ask him to show you more. In doing this, you will find that your prayer is elevated from monologue to conversation, and from conversation to the more wonderful, hidden things of the Spirit. Beginning to hear the voice of God is just one stepping stone along the way in an incredible journey with God, and at every step of the way the choice continues to be yours. Do you want to take that next step? This question resounds over and over again throughout the life of someone who knows and loves God. It’s always up to you how far you want to go, and sometimes God will even wait in silence for you, to see what you will do. This is real life.

You will find that, much like the co-conquering of romantic bliss, being conquered by God brings a strangely freeing security. In God, we can be free from not only the deepest loneliness and heartache, but free from sin itself, no longer desiring to do things that we know are wrong or bad, and no longer ashamed of the things we’ve already done, but filled with the purity and wholeness of God Himself. Just tell him that you want it! This is nothing new; it usually just gets lost in the midst of teaching tradition over truth.


For the wages of sin is death, but the free gift of God is eternal life through Christ Jesus.


Plain and simple. We come to God, destined for nothing but final and permanent death, and in exchange for absolutely nothing (because how else could it be called free?), God gives us new life, now and forever; he saves us from both sin and its consequences. All that is required is surrender, so that God can fill you up with his Love until it transforms you. God respects your decision — he did create the very concept of personal choice, after all. This remains true every day that you live and breathe. Come back and read this in a decade, and nothing will have changed.






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