Surrender: The Two Heads on the Same Coin

Every single day I ask myself when will this war be over? I am in a constant stressed state ready to fight or take flight off in the cosmos somewhere. I am truly fighting to live every single day. Now let's not get crazy, I am not speaking of suicide. I know for a fact I don't have the elements it takes to do that to myself. Heaven is the greatest hope that my heart longs for. No reader, I am fighting between the Tabria that wants to please the Lord and the Tabria that "wanna do what she wanna do." A hot mess right? My grandma used to say, "Tabria, you wanna have it your way; you don't want to surrender." Many times she has said that to me. It is with the teachings of her and my mother that the last couple years of my life have been one learning experience right after the other. God has begun to show me the error in my ways. Let me tell you chile, it doesn't feel good. As soon as I started digesting one issue, here comes another one. Like alright Lord can you give ya girl a break down here? Okay, now before you get all shocked and what not like OMG she speaks to the Lord like that? How disrespectful! God serves multiple roles of longing in my life. In one of my encounters with Him, He let me know that He is not some big, powerful being out of touch with His children. He said, see me as your friend. For me that made it easier to talk to Him. See while I have accepted Christ as my Savior, I struggle with accepting Him as my Lord. Accepting Christ as my Lord takes trust and faith. If you ask my opinion, I tend to waver in those areas like a ship struggling against the waves of the sea. It was with a powerful message that was sent to me that God revealed why I struggle so desperately to trust Him. Growing up I had many issues with my father and while I love my dad dearly I find it hard to trust him. As a result of the issues that I had with my earthly father, I found out that it has affected my relationship with my heavenly Father. Powerful right? My relationship with the Lord started very early. I was always in church since I was a baby in my mother's arms. As I grew older I participated in a lot of church activities. It was my grandma that helped me uncover my talent of singing. I could never thank her enough for that, because it is through song and crying out to the Lord that I have been able to get through some of my darkest hours. It seems that Tabria (yes I am talking about myself in third person) has a bit of a problem with control. I know God has supplied all of my needs according to His riches and glory by Christ Jesus. (Phillipians 4:19) I just wanted things my way and every single time I find myself in a mess that I can't get out of. To be continued...


Recent Posts

See All

The Spiritual Matrix Part 1 by Minister Christie Carraway

I have my cold mountain(film) without the snow. I am living in a rural town surrounded by acres of land. This is what I have been needing ever since the day I watched the movie Cold Mountain. I am sur

Rejection & Abandonment Part 1

Prior to me marrying my husband I dated within my race. Of course I had thoughts about dating outside of my race before I actually did it, but with black men I felt there was a familiarity and I knew

©2019 by Confessions of a Christian. Proudly created with

  • Instagram