Crumbs Of Surrender: Part Two

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Recently, a Sunday sermon left a crumb of truth on the path God was leading me down. At the time, it seemed small — almost insignificant— but I didn’t realize that crumb would initiate such a change in my approach to each day.

The message was simple: before our feet ever hit the floor in the morning, we should intentionally surrender our day to God.

At first, it sounded almost too simple. After all, how much difference could a few moments of surrender really make?

But the more I reflected on it, the more I realized how much of my life I was approaching from a place of self-reliance. I would wake up already thinking about my responsibilities, my worries, my plans, and the problems I needed to solve. Before the day even began, I had already placed the weight of it squarely on my own shoulders.

Our pastor explained that when we focus on God’s will for our lives and intentionally leave room for Him to move, we begin to recognize His presence more clearly. We stop viewing life through the lens of our limitations and start viewing it through the lens of His faithfulness.

What left the most impact on me was the realization that my problems didn’t necessarily become smaller—but they felt smaller because I was no longer trying to carry them alone.

I had no idea how much those words would impact me in the grand scheme of things. I simply tucked them away and moved on with my week.

But God knew exactly what He was doing.

He knew those words would become the foundation of a lesson He was about to teach me—one surrender at a time.

Since that sermon, I’ve tried to implement this in my morning routine. And for the first time in a long time, my mind feels… healthy.

There’s a kind of peace that comes with that—one I’ve been fighting for. It honestly feels like I can finally take a deep breath again.

But even in that, I’ve noticed something.

I often still catch myself slipping back into old patterns of anxiety.

Not because anything is truly wrong, but because that’s what I’ve known for so long. My mind almost defaults to it. And when it happens, it can feel like a major setback—like I’ve somehow lost the progress I worked so hard for.

But this time is different.

Now, I can recognize it.

I can pause and say, “This is anxiety. This isn’t truth.”

And because I can name it, I don’t feel stuck in it anymore. I find that I start looking for a way through it instead of just sitting in it.

Over the years, I mostly lived in a constant state of anxiety, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t figure out what would actually help me out of it.

And then… I let go.

I stopped trying to control everything.

I surrendered.

And that’s when God stepped in, in a way I can’t fully explain.

I’ve been so amazed at what happens when you truly welcome Him into your spirit—when you stop holding everything so tightly and just trust Him with it.

If I’m being honest, I know I shouldn’t be surprised. I know who God is. I know He holds the entire world in His hands without effort.

But as humans—imperfect, struggling, trying-to-figure-it-out humans—it can be hard to fully grasp that kind of power and love.

And still, He meets us there.

Even when I fall short.
Even when I don’t show up the way I should.
Even when I feel like I’m failing at being a good daughter.

He never gives up on me.

And that alone is enough to keep me surrendering, day after day.

If you’ve been stuck in your own thoughts lately, maybe today is your day to loosen your grip just a little.

Pull up a seat…you don’t have to carry it alone.

“but they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint.”

‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭40‬:‭31‬ ‭ESV‬‬