Exchanging Control for Communion

Control always feels safer at first. It promises stability, clarity, and protection. Yet beneath it is fear, the quiet belief that if I do not hold it together, everything will fall apart.

God does not meet us in control. He meets us in surrender.

I used to think surrender meant losing ground, as if God were asking me to release what mattered most. Over time I have learned He is not taking anything from me. He is taking me deeper into Himself. What I called control was actually resistance. What I feared as loss was really invitation.

Exchanging control for communion is the shift from managing life to sharing it with Him. It is the movement from independence to intimacy. Control isolates. Communion unites. Control demands explanation. Communion rests in relationship.

Andrew Murray wrote, “God claims absolute surrender, and when we yield, He accepts even our imperfect offering.” That is mercy. God does not wait until surrender feels strong. He begins working the moment it is honest.

Surrender does not erase desire or numb emotion. It simply reorders them. It puts God at the center instead of self. It replaces the constant tension of my will versus His with the peace of His will within mine.

This is not theory for me. It has taken years, and some of those years have felt like silence. I have learned that brokenness is not God’s rejection; it is His shaping. When the structure of my control finally cracked, He did not discard me. He drew near.  Communion happens there, where striving stops and trust begins. The same hands that pressed also steadied. The same love that broke also rebuilt.

To exchange control for communion is to finally agree with God about who holds the wheel. It is to say, “You may reshape me as You please. I am Yours.”  When that becomes true, peace ceases to depend on outcomes. It becomes the quiet confidence that the Potter knows exactly what He is making.