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This Christmas season, I was browsing Amazon for Roomba sweepers. During a trip we took in October, we saw one at a friend's house and it was pretty entertaining. Our house is always needing an extra cleaning, especially with a carpeted dining room, but did I really need or even want one? 

You see, and this may sound crazy, but I actually quite enjoy sweeping. Plus, it does count as an arm workout (IMO). Now this fondness for running the vacuum was not always there. It seems to have awakened after kids. As I was just sweeping our front entry room (where the shoes and salt live), it came to mind, that maybe this is actually about control. 

The messes in the house are constant. The crumbs. The puzzle pieces. The blocks. The list goes on and you get it. Messes in life are fairly frequent too. But I can't quite fix those as easily. Plus, cleaning up life's messes doesn't always work. I'm not supposed to constantly clean up other people's mess, that is not my job, even if they ask or I feel needed. That's a tough boundary to navigate but with my kids, at their current ages of 1 and 3 years old, running the sweeper is my job. They love to grab the attachments and try to help but I just want to do it myself. It's hard to let them help me, things take longer and they fight over the parts. Even so, I'd rather keep the sweeper. If I had a Roomba, what would I do when I needed to let off some steam? Now if I owned a home cleaning business, you can bet that there would be 3 of those Roombas cleaning all over while I did the stuff they couldn't. 

In Luke 17:33 NIV Jesus says: "Whoever tries to keep their life will lose it, and whoever loses their life will preserve it." 

Surrender has been tough for me through the years, but let me encourage you, don't hold on to the crumbs. Let God have it all. If you are afraid, that's normal. I committed 2016 to focus on the word "powerless" and I am glad that I did. It was not easy, not at all and I think I could literally feel it when my heart let go. There is something that changes when you really give it to God. 

He says, "Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth."  Psalm 46:10 NIV

Being powerless is somewhat freeing because I know the God who is all powerful. 

Jesus, Thank you for Your comfort and peace this past year as I've truly learned to give you all the power. Thank you for being a friend. Help me to stay committed to surrendering my life, my marriage, my children, my dreams, all of it to you each day. You alone are worthy of my praise. In Your Saving Name, Amen. 

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