At times I think that ‘I’ am holding ‘my’ own life together in ‘my’ power. And I thought deeply today after all of this. I considered is my life not like Jonah’s gourd? What did I contribute to it to bring it into existence?
Submission is more than just saying ‘yes dear’ even when your own opinion in a matter differs completely. The submission of our Savior led Him to prayer and grieving so that He literally sweat great drops of blood. His submission was spiked thorns encircling His head. Hammering great spikes from which to be hung after being beaten until He no longer bore any resemblance to a man. Was this weak? No. This was His very great strength. He says for the JOY set before Him He went to the cross. That is how we should view submission, no matter how difficult it may seem. Submission is joyful, and for most of us we have not yet resisted sin as Christ did to the point of shedding our blood.
The inclination of my flesh to sin says, you could have orchestrated these events better. If he really cared how your day went he wouldn’t have allowed these things to go wrong, maybe I should just run the show aka desire to rule over you. My mind and heart turn into the accuser of the brethren. I hate that my own mind and emotions are so deceptive and manipulative. I can agree fully with the Prophet Jeremiah when he says:
“The heart is more deceitful than all else And is desperately sick; Who can understand it?”