Sometimes I joke about my culinary skills. I’ll say it “skipped a generation” and add that I’m quite okay with not being a great cook, proclaiming “There are other things I’m good at.”
It takes a whole lot of years to learn to be you, I’ve learned, “to do me”.
Letting go the idea of being someone who takes pleasure in meal prep and satisfied tummies and guests who are impressed.
I’m okay to continue with other things God made me to love, to love doing.
Self-acceptance, much like surrender. Quite okay with come what may, my way.
Surrender and acceptance, a balance, an ending to the sentence, the story.
Learning too, that patience is courageous like surrender is acceptance.
“my soul waits for the Lord more than watchmen for the morning, more than watchmen for the morning.”
Psalms 130:6 ESV
Waiting is not timid, not tentative and not at all for the tender hearted.
No, surrender is strong and to be patient is to be courageous, quietly and assuredly courageous.
Prompted by Five Minute Friday, “Surrender”.