The word resonates within me.
A friend has challenged me on a deeper definition. And so I sit with journal in hand on a dock in mist rising, thinking.
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Forsaken. Left to suffer alone.
Given up utterly, completely, recklessly.
Abandonment is not often viewed as a positive concept or source of security, yet it has two definitions, and Christ lived them both.
Unrestrained surrender.
Unparalleled rejection.
His life was one of sacrifice, and to Him that sacrifice was joy. A life of abandon.
This is the life He asks of me. This abandonment lived out on a day-to-day basis.
The actuality of living the concept is a slippery one, yet not entirely out of reach.
My life must be surrendered. It must become not my own. And more than that, I have to crave this kind of life, or else I will never be able to live it.
Abandonment is not an easy road. It hurts. And there is no skirting the pain.
I must learn to treasure sacrifice and call it joy. I must learn contentment when I am utterly poured out, completely given. I must show compassion even when I feel it least.
My life must become a gift. And I must be content to give that gift at cost to myself.
It will cost. No question. But the cost is worthwhile.
No question.
