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