What does it truly mean to live a life surrendered, heart abandoned? What is that supposed to look like? Is it even possible to live out? What if what I assume is true surrender is nothing but an empty attempt, filled with conditions?
Grace and I asked each other those kind of questions last night. I'm sure we could have come up with pastoral answers, but we weren't searching for what we already know.
Where's the true Judge of my heart and what does He think it should look like?