For a long time, I thought understanding God’s will meant figuring it out. Planning it. Interpreting signs. Making sense of every twist and turn before it happened. But the older I get, the more I realise that God’s will does not need my analysis to exist. It unfolds whether I understand it or not.

Looking back at my own life, I can see moments where God moved long before I was ready, willing, or even aware. In past blogs, I’ve written about Trust, about how fragile it is and how easily it can be broken. I now see that even when my trust in people failed, God’s hand never did. I didn’t orchestrate the outcomes that protected me, redirected me, or softened blows I didn’t even see coming. They happened anyway.

I’ve written about Gap, the painful spaces left behind by loss, by absence, by grief. At the time, those gaps felt unbearable. I wanted answers. I wanted timelines. I wanted relief. But God didn’t fill those spaces according to my schedule or my expectations. Instead, He met me there quietly, steadily, often through strength I didn’t know I had. I survived not because I figured it out, but because God carried me through it.

Even in moments of Joy, especially around Christmas, I’ve acknowledged that joy is not something we manufacture. It arrives. It settles. It sustains. Joy is God’s will too, showing up in ordinary days, unexpected blessings, and moments of peace that make no logical sense.

So why is it so hard for us to let go and let God?

I think it’s because we believe control equals safety. If we can predict, manage, and plan everything, then we think we can avoid pain. But the truth is, we have never been in control. Not really. We cannot control people. We cannot control outcomes. We cannot control timing. Life has proven that to us again and again.

The only thing we can control is our minds, how we think, how we respond, how we choose faith over fear.

Everything else exists outside of us.

God’s will is not chaotic, even when it feels uncomfortable. It doesn’t always come wrapped in clarity or comfort. Sometimes it comes as disruption. Sometimes it comes as waiting. Sometimes it comes disguised as loss, only to later reveal purpose.

When I reflect on the small movements in my life, the shifts I resisted, the doors that closed, the paths that changed, I now see a pattern. God was working even when I was standing still. His will did not pause because I was confused or afraid.

Letting go is not weakness. It is surrender.

And surrender is not giving up, it is trusting that God sees what we cannot.

Maybe the real question isn’t why can’t we let go and let God?

Maybe it’s what are we afraid will happen if we do?

Because when I look at my life honestly, every time I loosened my grip, God showed up stronger than I ever could have planned.

And that, in itself, is His will at work.

I genuinely want to know your thoughts, and I’m sure others do too. Feel free to comment 👍🏽, but if you’re not comfortable sharing, please reach out to me through any medium. I’d be thrilled if you could share something, anything, and let others know. Your comments help me understand your perspective and often present a completely different view on the topic. They could even inspire another blog. 😉 And you never know how your comment might benefit others. Remember, life is meant to be lived, and you should always strive to live your best life. #lifeisforliving #liveyourbestlife #gratefulforlife #faithgreaterthanfear

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