There comes a season when the call to surrender rages. Although temptation is always present, it grows brutal in the storm. Days and nights, even weeks, fill with relentless battle. In the blackness we forget that the storm is not ours alone. The wind’s hiss sounds cruelly personal,
You fool! I will break you. Surrendering now will be less painful. Why wait for your inevitable defeat?
The waves swell their highest, the winds their strongest, the darkness its deepest, with relentless taunts,
Why not tonight; just this one time?
There always comes a moment of stillness, even if very brief. Winds go quiet. Waves calm, a hint of blue breaks through the day’s clouds or a glimmer of starlight cuts through night’s gloom.
This is our moment of clarity amongst the confusion. Seize it; this is our time to cry out,
Other voices echo the same declaration. Their cry encouraging us; our cry encouraging them. We are not alone!
We cannot face tomorrow’s storms today. Nevertheless we hope for what tomorrow may bring,
To surrender now would only invite the storm to linger; perhaps tomorrow will bring its defeat.
In this moment, we stand.