Andrew Murray, in his book Absolute Surrender, reminds us that the same God Who expects, accomplishes and accepts our surrender … will also maintain and bless it. What a beautiful picture. In the light of surrender, our purpose and our victory are reflections of His strength … not our own.
I watched a beautiful video a few years back, put to an amazing rendition of I Know that my Redeemer Lives by Nicole C. Mullen. The video chronicles the story of Dick Hoyt and his disabled son Rick, as they participate together in the Iron Man Triathlon, which consists of a 2.4 mile ocean swim, a 112 mile bike ride, and a 26.2 mile marathon. Dick pulls, rides, pushes and carries his completely immobile adult son throughout the race and across the finish line.
To this day, I cannot watch it without sobbing … partly because I have a son very much like Rick, and I know both the exhilarating joy and the deep sorrow of caring for someone who is completely and totally dependent on me for every single need in their life. But mostly I weep because I see myself in that wheelchair … I put myself in the place of my own disabled and utterly dependent children … and I see my Father doing in my life what I am completely unable to do for myself … accomplishing my race for me and carrying me across the finish line.
Grab some tissues, close the door, and watch the video (link below). When it’s all said and done, it’s His victory … not our battles … that will define us.
That’s what surrender looks like.