A friend has challenged me on a deeper definition. And so I sit with journal in hand on a dock in mist rising, thinking.
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.
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.