Guest Blog; Surrendered to the broom

I am employed at an apartment complex in Orange County, my title is "resident services". In a nut shell, I oversee about 800 residents and ensure that they feel valued and taken care of on a daily basis, which I can assure you is not any easy task. I work in the leasing office and even have my own fancy desk and executive leather chair. 


Last week I was sitting at my desk responding to emails when my co-worker came up behind me and yelled 

"Don't move and whatever you do, don't look down!" 

I instantly froze, lifting my feet up off the ground and stretching my arms out in front of me. It reminded me of playing games with my sister, Jeni, as a kid and she would tell me if I didn't freeze every limb on my body, I would fall into hot lava and die! In this instance, the wood floor beneath me was hot lava, and my fancy leather chair was the only thing stopping me from it! 

My co-worker rolled me back in my chair to uncover and giant roach crawling underneath me! I unfroze and jumped out of my chair as fast as I could! I was screeching, as all grown women do when they see icky pests running around, I'm sure. My co-worker quickly grabbed a broom and began sweeping the roach towards the front door. The roach starting out fighting, trying to run away from the broom, but he kept getting knocked down by the bristles of the broom. Finally the roach just stopped and rolled over. He just gave up, surrendered to the broom. 

I thought about how often I put up a fight with God and try to run away and do what I think is best for my life. Ultimately I always end up rolling over giving Him full reign to do what he wants with me and my life. Just like the roach did with the broom.





How often do we run from the broom? Fighting with everything we've got to get away and do our own thing, until we roll over and surrender? 


Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I flee from your presence?
If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
If I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
if I settle on the far side of the sea,
even there your hand will guide me,
your right hand will hold me fast.  Psalm 139:7-10


Lissa


Lissa Cobb is my lovely daughter and blessed with the art of communication!