I surrender all.

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Tonight while I was rocking sweet Case I was thinking about his feeding issues. He maybe takes a few bites and and ounce on a really good day and by day, I mean 24 hours. I was really wanting him to eat again. While I am thankful for the tube, I desire a bit of normalcy when it comes to food. As I rocked Case I spoke to him, to his belly specifically and told it to empty, to grow, to be hungry again. Sounds little silly, I know but when I was pregnant, I would put my hand on my belly and speak healing to every part of Case's body. It worked for his heart and maybe for some other issues. I would end those prayers something like this, "Jesus, these are the desires of my heart but above all I desire your will to be done." That was a scary prayer to pray. I gave this baby to Jesus. I find myself  (sometimes daily) giving Case to Jesus. Every time I worry, every time I fear, I take him back. Then out of my peace-less-ness, I realize I need to give him back.;)

Tonight while I rocked thinking of these things, I heard the song, "I surrender all". That's really it. I surrender all. Jesus is in complete control. I don't know what His will looks like but it's where I want to be.


Lyrics to I Surrender All :
All to Jesus I surrender
All to Him I freely give
I will ever love and trust Him
In His presence daily live
All to Jesus I surrender
Humbly at His feet I bow
Worldly pleasures all forsaken
Take me, Jesus, take me now,
I surrender all
I surrender all
All to Thee my blessed Savior
I surrender all
All to Jesus I surrender
Make me Savior wholly thine
May Thy Holy Spirit fill me
May I know Thy power divine
I surrender all
I surrender all
All to Thee my blessed Savior
I surrender all
I surrender all
I surrender all
All to Thee my blessed Savior
I surrender all
I surrender all
All to Thee my blessed Savior
I surrender all




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