There was a season when my early mornings were pretty intense. I had my prayer lists. I prayed spiritual warfare out loud. I spent time binding and loosing and praying over everything I could think of. At the time, I believed that was what I was supposed to be doing. I was sincere about it. But if I'm truthful, sometimes I finished those mornings more tired than when I started. Then the Lord began teaching me something about surrender. Some of that came through the words of s

There are moments when an old voice reaches across the years and speaks with unexpected clarity. A friend I have not spoken with in a long time recently shared a sobering picture. He described the most evil being imaginable—