Father,
You already see it all.
The part of me that trusts You—and the part that still wants control.
The faith-filled side and the fearful one.
The open hands and the clenched fists.
I don’t want to live divided anymore.
So here I am, surrendering.
Not just the easy things. Not just the obvious things.
But the sacred things. The sensitive things. The secret things.
I give You the dreams I’m afraid to admit.
The people I idolized.
The timelines I created.
The versions of me I thought I had to be.
I lay down every outcome I tried to control.
Every "yes" I gave out of fear.
Every delay I called "discernment" but was really disobedience.
You can have all of me, Lord.
The pieces that shout Your name, and the ones that still need Your touch.
Make me whole in Your presence.
Shape me in surrender.
I no longer want to be in charge—I want to be in Your will.
In Jesus’ name,
Amen.