On Sunday our church congregation was lead to sing the hymn “I Surrender All.” And as the worshippers habitually sung out the words to this song, it was as if everything in me wanted to stand up and shout, “Hold on! Wait a minute! Have we truly considered what these words mean?!??! Have we thought about the gravity of the lyrics we are singing? Do we get it? These words do not say ‘a little,’ or ‘some,’ or even ‘most,’ but we are singing ‘ALL’? Are we actually willing to surrender EVERYTHING?!?!”
“I had to surrender my BOY!!!!” I wanted to yell, “I had to lay him on the altar and God choose to take him. I had to let go of my beloved child!!!”
“Do we get it? Do we get what we’re talking about here? We’re talking about surrendering, relinquishing, letting go, and laying EVERYTHING at the feet of Jesus for Him to do as He deems best.”
“It hurts! This surrendering hurts more than anything imaginable. It tears at the very fabric of our being. It goes against every fleshly desire.”
“These words cannot be sung flippantly!”
But I didn’t. I didn’t cry out my heart to my church family. Instead, I looked inwardly.
“Christina, will you continue to call me Blessed Savior? Will you still give me EVERYTHING? Will you ever love and trust Me?” the Lord tugged at my heart.
With fear, reverence, and even some reluctance I responded, “Yes, Lord,” and sang with intense emotion, “All to Jesus, I surrender. Humbly at Your feet I bow.”