Let Go - Let God

There is a kind of surrender that is not chosen—

It chooses us. Sometimes with fanfare or flashes of light…sometimes in the still, private moment when the soul can no longer pretend to carry what was never meant to be held alone.

Let go… Let God.

Not as a command. Not even as a prayer. More like a breath that finds you, when your breath has run out. This surrender is not the end of the path, but the quiet gateway to its heart. It is the relinquishing of self will—not in weakness, but in reverence.

In the knowing that there is a Love far greater than our plans, our protections, even our pain. To let go is not to abandon what matters. It is to offer it back to the source of all things.

To let God is not to give away power— but to be enfolded into a power that is only ever Love. I do not speak this from concept. I speak it from the desert, from the midnight hour, from the trembling that comes just before the Grace.

There is a Love beyond measure that does not need your perfection.

Only your presence. Only your willingness to be held. And yes—this Love heals. Not always quickly. Not always cleanly. But deeply. Eternally. At the level where the wound was first imagined. So if you are weary, if you are clinging, if you have come to the edge of what you know how to do…

Let Go.

Let God.

Let Love return for you in the form it has been waiting to become. This is not the end. This is the way Home.