Peace in surrender

We’ve all been there, haven’t we? That ache of what could have been, that weight pressing down when dreams unravel. The tears that fall, the hollow ache that settles, the questions left unanswered—echoes of longing that won’t quite fade. And that stubborn whisper, relentless: It isn’t fair.

But here, in this place, I gather my heart back to the one steady truth, drawing it close to what I know is unshakable. I tell my heart: God is just, even when life feels unjust. He sees me, loves me, holds me. His plans are woven with wisdom, His hands unfailingly faithful.

And in the silence of surrender, I find peace again.