That sweet release, which comes from dropping one’s defenses, cradles us like a hammock in summertime.
Victory is a word of triumph most associated with battles and wars of some kind – strength and perseverance seem to win. On a more personal scale, the foe is not usually an armed force of soldiers, but often a mightier psychological one – pushing back, pushing down, telling us what we cannot do, showing us we are weaker than we want to be. But we do not surrender easily, we explore every avenue, we don’t quit, and we never give up.
Yet it seems when we surrender to that force, difficult as it might be, the freedom of surrender and defenselessness has strength and power within it.
The blank slate, the fresh start, the new beginning – of anything, is liberating to our being.
I’m not suggesting giving up, but rather just a gentle surrender to everything.
Small victories drive us all. Sure, we like big ones, but they are few – sometimes far between, but never hollow victories.
In the between days we need, those in-between moments, that is when we need small sacrifices, because they hold us up like pilings support a pier.
We don’t need to look very far to see little victories in people’s lives. Getting out of bed, moving, cracking a smile – these are both solemn and prodigious victories for creatures of every description.
Imagine you aren’t you.
Not for this moment of contemplation, but for a full day living that other person’s life.
As you ponder that with your most poignant example, now think: a week.