Sweet Surrender

The time comes when the sword you are fighting with on your own must be plunged into the ground, all weapons surrendered, walls brought down, safety nets dismantled. The fight is over, the white flag is raised, and we must now (at last) drop to one knee and believe. We have done all we can do, written all we can write, prayed all that can be said, but it is the sweet surrender He desires, and sometimes the only thing left. The battlefield now, at long last, belongs to Him.