This word pushes buttons all over the place!
Give in, give over to something larger than yourself. Sink to the floor and cry and wail if you must, and acknowledge you’re lost, confused, afraid.
To some, it means to give up, to accept defeat, to hand your sword over to the enemy. It means “I have lost.” It’s something you scream out loud so your brother or sister or best friend will stop tickling you. Others couch it in religious terms; the surrender is to an all-powerful God. Surrender is something you do — or more likely, adamantly refuse to do.
Give in, give over to something wiser than yourself. Stop trying to work out solutions in your brain, and let go of your desire to be in control (which, by the way, is a highly over-rated position). Just give in.
Over time, surrender has become one of my favorites, part of a family that includes gratitude, joy, love, grace, peace, forgiveness, among others. Each of these words represents so much more than an action you execute in response to a given set of circumstances: Each is rounder, fuller, embracing a quality or presence that you cultivate throughout life. Surrender isn’t something you do between getting the oil changed and upgrading your cell phone service. You breathe it, live it, embody and express it.
Cry out “It’s too hard!” if it feels that way. Yell and scream “It’s not fair!” if it isn’t. When you’re through kicking and screaming, just surrender.
Surrender is not for the weak, but the strong. It connotes not failure, but victory over that which threatens to hold you in emotional, psychological, physical, or spiritual bondage. Surrender is the liberator, the freedom-bringer, the warrior wielding the sharp sword that looses the ties that too-tightly bind. Surrender beckons, invites you to lay down your burden, exhale your anger, jettison your resentment, offload your baggage in exchange for a lightness of being and an ease that allows you to feel response-able in every moment (instead of responsible for all time).
Surrender is the crown jewel of “letting go” (perhaps Job One for most of us right now). Same song, different lyric, stronger melody. And by the way, this word has been whispering in my ear for several days now, as I quietly, patiently (mostly), wait for that perfect moment when I manifest safe passage from here in rural Utah, back home to Colorado — even though I feel “done” here and a tad antsy. Pondering, writing about, and accepting surrender’s invitation to dance, sure beat whipping myself into a knotted frenzy!
Imagine a place where you can drop off a basketful of your pain, fear, and darkness and say “Here, it’s yours” to a kindly soul who will return your interior laundry in a cleaner, crisper form.
But first, you must say I surrender…