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Let Her Go: Learning to Trust God Enough to Release

A Moment I Didn’t Expect

There was a heated discussion taking place in a large gathering when all of a sudden, someone I knew stood up and walked out.

Not quietly—she stormed out.

Her footsteps were loud and sharp as she passed right by me. I felt the tension, the emotion, the weight of it all.

And then, just as clearly as if it had been spoken out loud, I heard God say:

“Let her go.”

When Letting Go Feels Wrong

I really liked this lady. I thought we were of the same understanding and I had locked arms with her in prior weeks over business dealings.

I hated to see her leave.

Part of me wanted to try and explain things to her, to fix it, to make it right.

But Gods voice was very clear.

“Let her go.”

The Echo in My Soul

When God spoke those words, it didn’t just apply to that moment.

It echoed into other areas of my life.

I realized how often I try to hold onto people, to situations, to outcomes.

Even good things… just not always good for this season  of life.

So this time, I listened.

I let go.

The Freedom I Didn’t See Coming

The moment I released it, something shifted.

There was no need to explain.
No need to fix it.
No need to replay the situation in my mind.

Just peace.

A deep, refreshing peace filled my soul.

It reminded me of something important:

Some relationships are meant to be worked through. But others… we are simply called to release.

Not because they don’t matter but because they are not ours to carry.

It’s Not My Job to Fix Everything

Only God can reach into someone’s heart.

Only He can reveal, heal, and restore.

My role?

To pray.
To trust.
And sometimes… to let go.

Letting Go of More Than Just One Thing

That moment unlocked something in me.

I started looking at other areas of my life differently, asking:

  • Can I change this?
  • Can I fix this?
  • Is there anything I can actually do here?

And when the answer was no… or even not really

I felt God saying:

“Then let it go.”

The Beauty of Surrender

There is something incredibly beautiful about surrender.

God doesn’t ask us to carry everything. He invites us to release it.

To trust Him with our worries.
To let Him fight our battles.
To believe that He will provide.

I’m learning that God can carry my weight.

Not just mine but the weight of the entire world.

Loosening My Grip

I am not the one holding everything together.

And honestly… believing that I am? That’s not strength—that’s misplaced control.

The more I recognize that, the more I loosen my grip.

Letting go isn’t weakness.

It’s obedience.

It’s choosing His will over mine.

Letting the Shepherd Lead

Purpose isn’t found in chasing the world.

It’s found in pursuing Him.

God directs our steps. He is the Good Shepherd.

He leads us to green pastures and if we’re honest, sometimes He makes us lie down because we wouldn’t otherwise.

He leads us beside still waters.

Letting go means letting Him lead.

Trusting the Story He’s Writing

When I asked God into my heart after confessing my sins, I didn't know it then, but I was asking God to write His story upon my heart.

And the more I let go, the more I see Him moving.

Leading me toward peace. Toward purpose.

Not as the world gives but as only God can.

Not My Will, But Yours

I have prayers. A lot of them.

Wants. Needs. Desires.

And I bring them all to God.

But I’ve learned to end my prayers the same way my sweet and faithful mother taught me:

“Not my will, but Yours be done.”

That is surrender.

That is trust.

That is placing my future in His hands—
because even when I think I know what I want…

He knows my heart better than I do.

A Question for You

So sweet sister…

What is God asking you to let go of today?

Letting go doesn’t mean the story is over.

It means trusting God with what comes next.

Because He’s not done yet.

God is still writing your story. 

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