Like anything good in life, surrendering everything to God takes time. I'm finding that out, but honestly I expected it. One prayer, or one day of trying so hard to surrender is not going to accomplish a great deal. This will take time and continual prayer.
I've had different images go through my mind recently.
When I think about what true surrender means I think of Jesus leading me to a small boat on the shore line. He tells me to get in, sit back and relax. As I settle in, He tells me not to worry and trust in Him as He shoves the small boat out into the water. How long I stay adrift I have no idea. Winds of dreams, past hopes and fears, and thoughts of my future rock the boat. They wake me up and I look back toward the shore or I look ahead with longing that my boat will go that way. Then I remember and whisper the words "Your will be done, take care of everything" and I lay back down, close my eyes and surrender again. Eventually I'll wake up when my small boat hits a new shore line and Jesus is there to give me His hand as I climb out onto the new shore that He has led me to.
True surrender also might be this.
I'm sitting in a room with one of those old time movie projectors. All around me are shelves of movie roles. On the left are shelves of my experiences. Movie clips of great joys and the lowest of heart aches. To the right are movies I've created of the possible future. These movies are mostly joyful, with thoughts of people I might be with, and things I might do. Dreams and hopes are held in these roles of film. Over the last few months I've been filling up these shelves, and over the last week I've kept pulling from them. I've gone over and over these dreams for my future, hoping they would could moved eventually to the shelves on the other side. But clips of reality keep appearing on the left side of the room that force me to put the dreams back on the shelves. Over and over, I pulled out the dreams, set them up and watched them. As I watched them I prayed that God would lead me to these dreams. But again and again, reality clips keep popping up and force me to put the dreams back on the shelves. As I sit there, now watching nothing, I hear a call from outside. Getting up I head to the door. I reach the door and grab for the knob. As I do I look back to the shelves. The shelves of dreams and the shelves of experiences. I don't want to leave the dreams, especially the newest ones. But the call persists and I know I must follow. The door feels like it weights a ton, but as I push, it gets easier. Finally I step out, literally into the unknown, and the voice keeps calling me. The pull of the dreams still sticks in my mind, but I step out further. One step after another I keep walking. With each step I say "Jesus, take care of it, Your will be done". Eventually the door behind me is harder to see, and I keep walking, and with each step I pray for God's guidance.
Right now I'm adrift. Right now I'm stepping away from the movie room and into God's reality for myself. How long I will drift or how long I will walk I can't know. I'm leaving it all up to God.
Surrender takes time. I'm trying Lord, please guide me.