Peaceful Surrender

It was a magical winter night- cold….. not very much, not very less……..the stars were shining brightly and the warmth of true love between the family members made the house warm and cosy.

She was there in her room, seated on a chair, her mind churning out her thoughts in words.

She seemed to rise above all materialistic worries of survival and wordly attachments… her mind gradually began to submerge in the calm ocean of peaceful surrender, not forcefully, but naturally.

Whenever we enter the door of a room, however familiar that room may be, there is an anticipation- what will happen….what can happen. The degree of anticipation varies but the same door leads to a room in which the inhabitant feels different, has different experiences…..the same room and the same door become adhered to multiple memories and interpretations. But it is the color of the mind that colors the room. Memories haunt a room. Sometimes beautiful memories fill the essence of the room with beautiful perfumes of the loveliest and most fragrant of all scents, and sometimes dark memories seem to overshadow the brighter ones, and again light emerges to dispel the darkness.

She had always heard she was very God-gifted in many ways.

In her room she felt at one with God many times. But at certain times she felt God was not protecting her, but even in such situations she had some major blessings for which she again became thankful to God.

The sense of peaceful surrender somehow had a heavenly bliss associated with it………..sometimes certain waves of joy seemed to come and sweep away the pain and hurt inside her even on not very promising days…….it is not that always this kind of feeling led to a joyous realistic outcome but this feeling will come and enliven her …………this feeling she considered the gift of God. She sometimes happily pictured the open doors of heaven and God standing with open arms to embrace and welcome her.

God had always helped in her sustenance in some way or the other. Now God was sustaining but she instead of forging ahead as a warrior through storms had somehow acquired the power of surrender. Surrender and giving up are not the same thing. Surrender does not come with inaction, but with action. When the path gets too long stretched with delays, dilemmas, unexpected twists…… lots of worrying….lots of manifestation, then the most expected outcome not happening and then something unexpected taking place……this long cycle…..you suddenly rise above all worries and fears and surrender…….not forcefully…that is the beauty. She was amazed at times at the beauty, calmness and power of this feeling which gets even more strengthened with the regular habit of giving gratitude. Sometimes God showers plenty of blessings, sometimes curtails , then again an unexpected blessing………….there is always a blessing even in the most dark days if only you know where to find it. It is to the solace of the existence of blessings, of having received blessings and being open to receive some kind of blessing in whatever proportion it may be brings a sense of security and fulfillment even in times of deprivation and make us feel so empowered and strong………….we surrender to the beauty of a feeling of security during insecurity and feel so beautiful ……and we get back our peace……peaceful surrender…………….