The Discipline of Devotion: A Submissive’s Prayer for Active Love

 

Today, I return to the truth I keep tucked deep inside.

Submission is not a weakness, it is devotion made visible.

Not a gesture for show, not a scene played out for applause. But labor. Perseverance. The quiet science of active love.

Love in dreams is easy. It's dramatic, noble, and performed for a crowd. But love in real life, submission in real life, is far more demanding. It asks me not for a single sacrifice but for a thousand small ones, silently, daily.

And still, I choose it.

 I choose Her.

To love another is perhaps the most difficult task of all. But that difficulty becomes my calling. My purpose. I find peace in the labor, even when it's hard. I find myself in the serving.

Sometimes, I ache with longing, not for pleasure, but for proximity to the Divine Feminine, to Her will. Love, if it finds me worthy, it will direct my course. So I surrender. I stop trying to control it. I let myself be directed.

It is said that true love is consenting to distance. And sometimes, yes, it is. To wait patiently, to kneel when told, to want without demanding. To adore the space between Her and me, even when it hurts.

These are my scars.

And they are doors.

They lead me back to the wild, raw, authentic Self, the one who was always made to kneel, not in shame, but in reverence.

Love is not a feeling, but action.

So I offer action.

 Obedience. Stillness. Presence.

This is my prayer today:

I surrender to love that refines me.

I serve with patience, even in silence.

 I find strength in waiting, not rushing.

 I trust Her to lead, and I follow willingly.

Because for me, love is not in fantasy.

It is here, in the practice. In the offering. In the becoming.