Surrender Ain’t Easy, But Baby, It’s Worth It

Let me talk to you like a woman who’s lived a little. Surrendering your life to God? That’s not just a churchy phrase you throw around when things get rough. That’s a lifestyle. That’s a journey. And chile, it is not for the weak. It’s for the ones who are tired of carrying the weight of it all, pretending we got it under control when deep down we know—we're barely holdin’ on.

I’m a grown woman. I’ve buried dreams. I’ve prayed prayers that went unanswered. I’ve smiled in public and cried behind closed doors. And through it all, I learned one thing: I’m not built to run my own life. Not without Him.

The Control We Think We Need

See, I used to be Miss Fix-It. Miss “I got this.” I’d hand my problems to God and then go grab ‘em right back like He needed my help. That’s not trust—that’s fear in disguise. And fear will have you wearing yourself out tryin’ to be your own savior.

But here’s the truth, sis: Surrender is not weakness—it’s wisdom. It’s sayin’, “God, I don’t know how this is gonna turn out, but I trust You with the outcome.” That kind of faith? It’s grown-woman faith. The kind that only comes after life knocks you around a few times.

Let’s Talk About the Lies We Believe

Some of us don’t surrender ‘cause we believe the lie that God’s gonna strip everything we love. Baby, no. God ain’t out here tryin’ to ruin you—He’s tryin’ to rebuild you. Yes, some things got to go. But He never removes what’s good for your soul. He removes what’s blocking your breakthrough.

And then there’s that deep, quiet lie: “God can’t use me after what I’ve done.” Oh baby, please. I’ve done things I can’t even speak on. But guess what? He still woke me up this morning. He still calls me “Daughter.” God ain’t scared of your past. He’s the only One who can take that pain and turn it into power.

Surrender Looks Like This…

It looks like crying out, “Lord, I’m tired.” It looks like canceling’ your backup plans and trusting’ Him when nothing makes sense. It looks like showing up for yourself—broken but willing. It’s not glamorous. It’s not always pretty. But it’s real.

Surrender is leaving that man you know ain’t for you, even when your heart wants to stay. It’s trusting God when the money’s short and the bills are long. It’s walking away from the familiar to step into your purpose—even when your knees are shaking.

It’s learning’ to be still when your first instinct is to run.

When I Finally Let Go...

Baby, when I finally stopped wrestling with God and just laid it all down—my fears, my plans, my pride—peace fell on me like rain. Not the kind of peace the world gives. I’m talkin’ soul-settling, storm-stilling, you-can-sleep-through-the-night kind of peace.

I started seeing Him move in ways I never imagined. The very places I thought were dead started blooming. The doors I thought were shut for good started swinging’ open. Not cause I forced it—but ‘cause I let go.

To the Woman Who’s Still Holding On...

I see you. I was you. But listen—God can do more with your surrender than you can do with your striving.

So let go, sis. Give Him the pain, the plans, the people. Lay it down—not just today, but every day after. He’s not gonna drop you. He’s gonna lift you.

And trust me on this—it’s worth it.

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