Surrender

Surrender was born out of the darkest, most unbearable moment I’ve lived through.

I painted this when everything felt like too much—too heavy, too broken, too painful to speak out loud. My body was tired. My spirit was tired. My kids were hurting. My husband was sick. And I couldn’t fix any of it. I couldn’t hold it all together anymore. So I stopped trying… and I painted.

I didn’t go into this piece with a plan—how could I? I just poured my heart onto the canvas, breath by breath, color by color, prayer by desperate prayer.

When I stepped back and looked at it, I gasped. There it was—me. Lying there, fully exposed, arms outstretched, heart open, chest to the heavens. No armor. No control. Just me saying, “Here, Lord. Take it all. I surrender. I have nothing left but You.”

The glowing center of this piece feels like God rushing in—white-hot and undeniable. That divine fire, full of clarity and comfort, poured itself onto the canvas right when I needed it most. And underneath it, that vulnerable figure pinned against the rock? That’s holy survival. That’s what it looks like to rest against the Rock when the storm has flattened you.

This painting didn’t come from strength—it came from collapse. It came from the stillness I found after my tears ran out. And yet… it radiates power. Because this is where breakthroughs are born. Not in striving, but in surrender.

If you've ever had to lay it all down—everything you love, everything you carry—then you already know the sacred beauty in this piece. It holds space for that raw, messy moment when the only prayer you have left is “Be still.”

“Be still and know that I am God.” – Psalm 46:10

📏 Size: 11 x 14 inches (standard wrapped canvas, painted edges)
🖌️ Medium: Acrylic pour on canvas
✨ Finish: High-gloss varnish

💫 Let this piece hold your heart like it held mine – click below to bring it home.