Surrendering isn’t giving up; it’s giving over to God’s perfect plan.

 “Shaking my head to stop the spinning motion in my brain, I saw Judy’s head lying in my lap. As I looked, I saw her eyes roll back and then close. “Judy,” I screamed as I shook her. No response! A louder, more desperate tone with a harder shake, as if trying to jar her from a deep sleep, “Judy!” No response.”

 “Driving to freedom from the darkness swallowing me, I reassured myself that the children would be okay. They’re young; they will move on. My parents will make sure they are well cared for. I don’t need to worry about them. I can’t handle this life. James only thinks of himself, and I am drowning. As I drove, I thought of the freedom just ahead. The overpass was nearing. I could die without anyone else being hurt.” 

 He began to move toward me with a vicious sneer on his face. I jumped into the car, slammed the door shut, and shoved the car into reverse. Our driveway was a long curve, but one I had mastered over the years, thankfully. Now, I was in fight or flight mode, my heart was pounding out of my chest, and my ears were ringing.  I backed up quickly, and he jumped on the hood of my car and started pounding it with his fists, yelling, “Get back in the house.”