I surrender myself to the arms of God. I surrender myself to the comfort of God’s arms. I put down my arms of battle. I surrender. At last I understand what surrender is. In surrender, I melt into God’s love, and I take no substitutes. I relax from slings and arrows. I relax into God’s love. No longer do I resist God’s love. I welcome it. I embrace it. No longer do I kid myself that I have thorns or protection of any kind. I do not need a shield. If there is a shield in this world, it is God’s love.
From now on I accept that I am safe in God’s arms. I am safe in God’s heart. I am the love of God. I surrender. I give up battle. I melt into God’s love and call it my own. I am a reflection of God. It is God now I surrender to. I give up all that that hinders me. I align with God, and this means to align with God’s love.
What have I been doing aligning with affronts? What do I truly believe in? Do I believe in anger, mine or other’s, more than I believe in God’s love and God’s Will for me? God wills me to be free from fear. Free from fear, I bear no arms, and I need no armor. God is my shield. He is my light. I am in His light. I need no other fires. I sink into God’s Love. Nothing, nothing can keep us apart.
No longer will I allow pettiness or surface rub me raw. I have had enough, enough of that. I have gone to war when I could have carried God in my heart. How preposterous of me to fill my heart with less than God’s love. No longer will I fill my heart to the brim with outrage over what now makes no sense to me. I have been out of my mind with this or that. I filled my mind with empty chatter. I filled my mind with dregs and allowed my own antagonism to assault me. God would lift me high, and I have protested love and taken hurts and affronts instead.
I didn’t know what I was doing. Now, instead of seeing affronts or injustice, now I see how I have picked up that which I feared. What assailed me was my own disgrace. I piled it on. I slathered on dismay like shaving cream. I shaved love away. It is my own love I shaved away in the name of self-righteousness, a fancy name for the littleness of ego. I thought I was doing honor to myself. I thought I was supposed to be an equalizer. I thought my thin-skin was the most important thing in the world. I lost sight of my higher nature, and I sought justice instead, as if I had been right to feel wronged.
I grabbed the dross of hurt feelings – my own – over the gold of love. I see it now. I admit it now. Now I put insult behind me. Yes, I realize I accepted insult over God. I accepted vindication over God’s love. My attitude was fueled by the idea that I was owed, that my ego was owed obeyance. I was owed royal treatment, as if, by divine right, I was owed tribute when I did not even give myself the tribute of love for God. No, I was too busy grasping at nothing and calling it my due. I found out all right what my just desserts were. They were holding nothing in my hands and battle scars in my heart.
Now I close that old book, and now I open my heart. No longer do I behold life from a fort of defense. Now I behold life as I walk along with my heart in tune with God’s. This is enough. This is what I ask from life now. This is what I want now. Yes, I ascend to God’s heart, and now I share God’s heart, and His heart is mine.