The Beauty of a Surrendered Life
Yesterday, as I walked and talked with a friend over the phone, our conversation wandered into one of those places that stays with you long after the conversation has ended. We talked about life. About our plans. Our efforts. The things we work so hard to make happen. The outcomes we try desperately to control. And somewhere along the way, we found ourselves reflecting on the futility of human effort compared to the divine. Not that our efforts don't matter. They do. We should plan. We should strategise. We should work hard and do our very best with what we have been given. But perhaps our best efforts are just that — our best efforts . They were never meant to guarantee the outcome. And yet, how often do we cross that invisible line between doing our best and believing everything depends on us? We strive. We worry. We overthink. Sometimes, if we are honest, we manipulate circumstances, conversations and even people, trying desperately to move life towards...