Surrendering to the moment. It goes against everything you’d think surrendering means.
Recall the first time you learned to float. The water against your skin, cool, exciting. As you lay back, you feel the excitement. The anticipation.
“Will I sink?” The fearful thoughts rise to the surface, almost as if to hold you down, keep you from the opportunity of weightless elation. You flounder, arms and legs, frantic, grasping at anything. The water, bending, allowing, providing little resistance or support.
And then. You stop. You don’t think. You don’t over analyze.
You simply let it all go.
Making the choice to stop aimlessly floundering, you trust that you’ll be alright, you trust that the process will work, you trust in a higher power. And that miraculous moment of surrender, of acceptance, of support and security intermixed in one, it’s there.
The water supports you exactly equal to the support you give the water. You feel it. The faith. The truth. The surrender to the moment. Because you see, life brings to us all we give to it. Surrender doesn’t mean we give up, it simply means we allow, we work within the medium, we meet our lives where they are instead of where we thing they ought to be. The truth is, you’re safe, you’re loved, and you’re powerful, simply because you surrendered to the moment.
What are you giving to this moment? Are you aimlessly floundering or surrendering to the truth?