When I surrendered something to God during the persecuted church prayer evening, I expected to be a big fight. I guess there was a small one during the few days afterward. But more of what happened was it just drifted away from me.
Maybe surrendering doesn't mean launching a big fight. Maybe it means letting go and letting God. He's already done the big fight anyway.
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