The Art of Surrender

The Art of Surrender

The art of surrender is a powerful practice. Stop gripping so tightly. This is a practice I have become familiar with a lot over the past few years, but once I learned the way to surrender that is when the magic unfolded.

Many of you know that four years ago, right as COVID hit, my husband and I bought a small lot in Jonestown with a lake view—a place where we dreamed and planned to build our perfect home. We spent countless nights out there, chopping down trees, picnicking, and imagining what our house would look like. We pictured how the stars would shine from our rooftop deck, dreaming of the life we’d create there.

But four years passed, and to say it was disheartening would be an understatement. Builder after builder either ghosted us or gave us outrageous quotes. Both of our dads are general contractors, so we knew what it should cost to build this home. So we waited. And waited. And waited. Every time someone asked about the house, I’d find myself repeating the same story: Oh, we’re just waiting. And each time, I felt a little more tense. Why? Why am I stuck? Why does this feel so impossible?

Then, last October, I had a moment of surrender. After getting my hopes up so many times, I finally said, Okay, I surrender. I’m going to take the pictures off my vision board—the ones that have been staring at me for four years—erase them from my phone, and just be happy in the now.

So I did.

I let go of all the things that were reminding me daily of what wasn’t happening. I released control and chose to be present. And honestly? I’m usually a happy, positive person. But this house? It had become a sensitive subject—one that could send me into a spiral. That’s when I realized: Home isn’t about a specific structure or location. It’s where your heart is. It’s where your family is. And I am so abundantly blessed with my family.

So I surrendered again. And again. Until surrender became a regular practice.

I softened. I started fully enjoying the space I was already in. I stopped obsessing over the house and the land and found peace in the now. And then, at the beginning of this year, we had a thought: Why not sell the land? It had doubled in value, and we could find a home we loved.

At first, I resisted. I had poured so many dreams into that place. I even had the literal custom windows for our future home sitting in my garage—along with tiles and other materials. But I surrendered, not in a defeated way, but in a trusting way.

Because there’s a difference.

Surrendering in defeat is giving up. Surrendering in faith is knowing you’re being guided toward something even better.

So, we put the land on the market.

Then, about two weeks ago, I was driving to meet a friend for a hike in Marble Falls. I knew I’d be passing by the land for the first time since listing it for sale. I expected to feel sadness. But instead? A deep sense of peace washed over me as I drove past the street I would normally turn on to go to our land. I actually smiled as I drove by. I knew that if this land wasn’t meant for us, it would be a beautiful space for another family. Not a trace of regret. No fear. Just calm.

Then, fast forward a bit.

A couple of weeks ago, my husband sent me a house listing. We had been looking, but nothing felt right. Nothing matched the home I had envisioned. Nothing had made me want to sell those custom-made windows.

Until March 4th.

He sent me a listing for a stunning, modern 3D-printed home in Georgetown—unlike anything I had ever seen. We went to see it in person, and from the moment I walked in, I knew. I knew I could let go of the windows. This was the first place I loved more than the dream I had been holding onto for so long. It was bigger, modern, and uniquely beautiful—so us.

But there weren’t many like it left on the market.

So, I surrendered again. This time, I released the how. I didn’t stress over the details. I just trusted that if this home was meant for us, everything would align.

We made a plan. My parents drove into town to see it. We took the kids. Everyone fell in love. But then, reality hit: when your hubby works at a church/musician, and I am a breathwork facilitator, your income isn’t exactly what lenders love to see. For a moment, it felt impossible.

I cried.

And then, I surrendered.

This time, I let go of the doubt. I stopped asking how it would work and trusted that nothing is too big to dream. And because of that surrender—and the help of my dad—we were able to put our dream home under contract.

And here’s the wildest part…

I told myself, I want to be in by my birthday on April 13th. But I surrendered the timeline, knowing it would all happen in divine timing.

Well, when you release your grip and allow God to move on your behalf? Things happen fast.

We close on March 27th.

Surrender is a practice.

Sometimes, we want to know exactly how everything will turn out right now. We grip tightly to every little detail, unknowingly fighting against ourselves—and against what might be for our highest good. But surrendering doesn’t mean giving up. It means letting go of control while trusting that you are being guided toward what is meant for you.

Sometimes, we just have to get out of our own way.

I am beyond excited and grateful for this next chapter. I can see the beautiful memories we’re going to make here. I’m so thankful to my parents for helping make this happen. And to my husband—who works so hard and dreams so big—I am so grateful for you.

I cannot wait to move in on the 27th! I feel like a kid waiting for Christmas!

And I will keep practicing the art of surrender. Because when you stop gripping so tightly, when you let life flow and trust that you’re being led to exactly where you’re meant to be… life gets really sweet.

Or, as they say: Let go and let God.

If you’re feeling stuck, if you’re struggling, try softening around that subject. Try surrendering. Let go of the details, the how, the why, and the what-ifs. Just trust. What is meant for you will find you—once you stop fighting against the flow.

P.S. I can’t wait to have you all over to our new home! So much magic is going to happen there.