I’ve known disappointment.

You have too.

We pray.

We plan.

We walk forward by faith.

And then — the unexpected.

A diagnosis.

A betrayal.

A failure.

A silence where there should’ve been a breakthrough.

And in that disappointment, it’s easy to believe the lie:

“If God was really in control…

this wouldn’t be happening.”

But what if control doesn’t look like prevention?

What if God’s sovereignty is seen most not in the life we expected,

but in the strength He gives us to walk the one we’ve been given?

There’s a Gift Inside that Surrender.

I whispered through tears:

“Yes, Lord.

Even if nothing changes… I still trust You.”

I didn’t say it because I felt holy.

I said it because I was exhausted.

Done striving.

Done rationalizing.

Done trying to bargain.

I let go.

And in that release, I didn’t feel shame.

I felt Him.

Not as an answer.

But His Presence.

He’s what we get for our sorrow

And He’s enough.

This one was especially forged in the events of recent times with our beloved Pastor Steve Huffman and the homegoing of Anne, his precious wife. I don't want to be presumptuous as this might not be the sentiments of anybody else but me, but these thoughts just came out as I contemplated my own tragedies in life including the death of my son. Most of us have sorrows we can identify with in a poem like this, so I hope it's relevant and maybe even helpful in times of sadness.