I Trust in God

Trusting God With the Weight of It All

Some days my heart feels like it’s carrying more than it can hold. The ache of motherhood—wanting to protect and guide my girls. The strain of loving a lost soul while navigating the rough waters of his struggles. The grief of family ties that unraveled with my biological relatives, leaving silence where I once hoped for connection.

It’s a lot. And if I’m honest, there are moments where I want to set it all down and walk away. But the truth is, even when I’ve tried to shoulder it all myself, I’ve only felt heavier.

The Illusion of Control

For so long, I believed that if I just worked harder, gave more, or held on tighter, things would get better. I wanted to fix what was broken. I wanted to hold my girls together, keep my relationship afloat, and somehow mend the family that let me g

OBut the more I clenched, the more it slipped through my fingers. Control was never really mine to begin with. And the weight of trying to hold everything on my own nearly crushed me.

Learning to Trust

Trusting God didn’t come as a lightning bolt. It came in whispers—moments where I realized I had no other choice but to hand it over. It came in prayers that sounded more like cries: “I can’t do this. Please help me. I need you.”

Every time I’ve released even a sliver of the weight, He’s met me with peace that doesn’t make sense. The kind of peace Paul spoke of in Philippians 4:7: “And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.”

Trust isn’t about pretending the pain doesn’t exist. It’s about placing that pain in the hands of the One who already bore the heaviest burden on the cross.

Reflection

We all have burdens that press against our hearts—relationships we can’t control, people we love who drift or struggle, family ties that fray. The temptation is to grip tighter, as though our strength could mend what only God can heal. But real strength begins in surrender. The moment we release our weight into His hands is the moment our souls begin to breathe again.

Carrying the Girls, Loving Humans, Grieving Family

When I trust God with my daughters, I remember they were His before they were mine. I can guide, love, and protect—but ultimately, their lives rest in His care.

When I trust Him with my love, I let go of trying to heal what I cannot heal. God sees him more clearly than I do. God loves him more deeply than I ever could.

And when I trust God with the loss of my family ties, I accept that sometimes the answer is not restoration but redirection. That even in the absence of their presence, He provides belonging in Himself.

Psalm 68:6 says: “God sets the lonely in families.” Sometimes that family looks different than we imagined.

The Ongoing Surrender

This isn’t a one-time decision—it’s a daily surrender. Some mornings I pick the weight back up without realizing it. By evening, I’m on my knees again, asking Him to take what I was never meant to carry alone.

And yet, in each surrender, I discover something: freedom. I discover that God doesn’t just take the burden—He carries me with it.

Closing Reflection

Trusting God with every struggle and heavy burden doesn’t erase the pain, but it transforms it. It reminds me I am not alone. It teaches me that weakness isn’t failure—it’s the space where His strength steps in.

So when my heart feels crushed beneath the weight of my girls, of partners/friends, of the family I’ve lost, I return to this truth: I am held. And in His hands, no burden is too heavy, no loss beyond redemption.

Prayer

Heavenly Father,

You see the weight I carry—the love, the ache, the grief I cannot put into words. I lay it all at Your feet: my daughters, relationship, the family I’ve lost. Teach me to trust You more deeply, not once but every day. Guard my heart with Your peace, steady my steps with Your strength, and remind me that I am never alone.

In Jesus’ name,

Amen