Worship. An act. A response. Each Sunday for almost 48 years. Part of my life. My being. Deep within. We sing; I surrender All. I think about those words. I have surrendered my son. Not willingly. I surrendered my husband. Not willingly. . . and he was given back. I surrender all. There is a lot to that act. It is a choice. One I want to embrace. As one begins to surrender all the hurt. . . all the ache. Something happens The Act of Praise begins to ... View Post