Hopeless Defeat and Joyous Surrender

This is definitely not me. If King Lemuel's mother were talking about me, she would have said something like, "She opens her mouth in anger, and on her tongue is the bite of impatience!"

This speaks nothing of the yelling... yes, yelling. Gritted teeth. The whole deal.

Ugh.

Wasn't I just talking about this yesterday? I would have thought it would change something. But you know... talk never does change anything, does it?

Only He has the power to change. And then only if we ask. Surrender.

So here I am.

I surrender.

Every thought.

Every word.

Lord, help me to do it.