The change didn’t arrive all at once. It started quietly, almost imperceptibly. A small nudge. A persistent feeling. A sense that something was unfolding beneath the surface.

Then the message became clearer, “You need to start letting things go. Lighten the load.”

That’s when it hit me. I’ve been here before…

In previous seasons, when God told me my life was about to change, He also asked me to release things, and in those seasons, I failed miserably. I held on tightly to what I knew He wanted me to release, often out of fear and a lack mindset. Lack of what, though? Trust. Faith. Hope. You name it. I think I was mostly afraid that nothing better would ever come into my life.

I was younger then in my faith. Even though I was raised in church, I hadn’t yet fully chosen to walk with God until a season where everything else had been stripped away. I didn’t resist Him then, and not because I was strong, but because I had nothing left. While that sounds bleak, it was deeply transformative.

I believe this past year was meant to be transformative too.

In 2025, when God told me to lighten my load, I tried my best to get ahead of the process.

In my humanity, maybe even in my ego I thought, “Let me just be obedient. Let me quickly get rid of what I know needs to go so I don’t have to endure the pain of correction later.”  I was desperately trying to avoid the wrath, the pruning, the discomfort.

By the end of 2025, I looked around and thought, “Okay, I’ve done it. I’ve released everything He asked me to release.”

Then Christmas Eve came.

I woke up to discover that something else had been taken from me. Something, I truly believed God had personally given to me. This blindsided me because I did not even realize it was something I was supposed to question

I was in shock.

While I had already been practicing obedience, this moment required something deeper. This wasn’t just release, it was surrender.

I was hurt, confused, and for the first time in a while, I didn’t come to God with strength or strategy. I came empty.

I remember praying and saying, “I’m waving the white flag. I surrender. Please take up my fight. I don’t understand what you’re doing. I think I’ve lost my way.”

I think what I laid down in that moment was actually an old way of thinking. My mindset that everything has to be a battle or a dog fight. That I must scratch, claw, and earn everything through force and endurance.

There is still value in effort. I’ll never fully abandon that belief. However, I’m learning that the life God is leading me into requires something different—less control, more trust. Less force, more flow.

After sitting with God in that place of honesty, He showed me something unexpected: He wasn’t asking me to get up and try harder. He was telling me He would carry me, because He knew I didn’t have the energy to move forward on my own.

In my small act of surrender, something shifted.

The path ahead began to feel lighter. Simpler. Clearer. Not effortless, but more aligned.

I’m still figuring it out. But I know this much..

Expansion requires surrender.
Faith flourishes when the fight ends. 

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