There’s just something about spring that stirs my soul! Everything feels fresh, alive, and renewed. What was once dead is now blooming again. No wonder God told His chosen people that this marks the beginning of a new year—it’s a divine reset, and the earth itself is testifying to that refreshing.
I can feel that same rejuvenation stirring in my spirit. I’m over it all—over the striving, over forcing things, over clinging to what doesn’t align with God’s will. If it’s not from Him, I don’t want it. I want God. I want His plan for my life. And I’m truly grateful that He didn’t give me everything I thought I wanted.
For so long, I was resisting Him—fighting to hold on to my own vision, frustrated because life wasn’t unfolding the way I had imagined it in my head. But that’s the thing: I imagined it. I wrote the story. And when it didn’t go my way, I got mad at God—when all along, He was protecting me.
The truth is, when God gives us a Word, He rarely shows us the full picture. He speaks a promise, but not always the path. And somewhere between receiving that promise and trying to make it happen, I created my own narrative—and ended up disappointed when it didn’t match God’s plan.
But now? I’m choosing surrender. I’m releasing my grip on what I thought life should look like, and I’m trusting that whatever happens, God is with me. And if God is with me, then wherever I am is holy ground.
We have to stop being so obsessed with the destination and start valuing the journey. It’s the process—the stretching, the shedding, the refining—that reveals who you are and who God is. Because if you skip that part, you’ll get to the promise and still carry the old patterns.
This season, I’m saying yes to full surrender. I’m trusting that as I release control, I’m making room for God’s good, pleasing, and perfect will to manifest in my life. His way is better. Always.
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