It was a typical Sunday morning at church. There were some video announcements, followed by a brief welcome and then the music started. The first song was great. It was an inspiring, motivating type of song that made you want to belt out a stanza or two. Then the second song started, My Heart Is Yours. I started singing the words and was enjoying the traditional hymn thrown in the middle of the song, but suddenly the words pierced through me. “My heart is yours, my heart is yours, take it all, take it all, my life in your hands.” I stopped for a few seconds and tried to regain my composure. The song continued on. “You are my God, whatever the cost, Jesus.” The cost? Do I really know what that means? The song continued on. “All to Jesus, I surrender.” Surrender? Really? I can’t even give up butter for 40 days! Why in the world would I think I could surrender it all to Jesus? I stopped singing at that point. I couldn’t. It wasn't honest. I continu...