Relieve me of the bondage of self, that I may better do Thy will.
I have been saying this sentence several times a day, over and over.
My friend likened it to standing on a cliff. I could either crouch down and crawl back into the hole of sickness, or I could leap off into the arms of HP and loved ones who were waiting to catch me. She told me I had been to the cliff many times, but each time I arrived there more bruised and battered than the time before. And if I didn't jump, eventually I wouldn't make it up to the cliff at all.
And I read in my book that surrendering does not mean giving anything away.
So I jumped. It was a soft place to land
