God. A word in which every human being in this world, intentionally or unintentionally, believes somewhere deep in the heart that trusting god’s plan is the only way to be at peace at last.
And isn’t it funny how that belief works? When everything is going the way we want, we say, “God is great, God is there.” But the moment something does not go our way, the same people ask, “Does God even exist?”
I was smiling while writing that, because honestly, how true is this in all of our lives?
Gratitude vs. Greed
In my experience, people like us are far greedier than we are grateful. We pray when we need something. We thank God when we get it. And we question God when we don’t. We have turned faith into a transaction – a deal we expect the universe to honour on our terms and on our timeline.
But here is what life has taught me: there is a power working for all of us. Always. Silently. Consistently.
Sometimes it feels like it is controlling us, blocking us, delaying us, pulling us away from what we desperately want. But looking back, every single time, it was not controlled. It was a redirection. And I have come to deeply love that journey – the journey from feeling controlled to realising I was always being guided.
We Are Beautifully Foolish
Being human, we are – let us be honest – a little bit foolish. Truly.
We wake up each morning convinced that we are the ones running the show. We plan, we stress, we overthink, and we try to control every outcome. And then life happens anyway, on its own terms, and we are left standing there, surprised.
Think about this for a moment. God, this supreme power, takes care to place flowers on each and every branch of a tree. Every single branch. Not just the tall ones. Not just the visible ones. Every. Single. Branch.
And yet we, the ones this gardener tends to with that same precision and love, cannot find the faith to trust the process. If the universe can manage the blooming of every flower in every forest, surely it can manage the chapters of this life and all the next lives.
God never makes mistakes. The more faith you carry, the more clearly you begin to see the fingerprints of that faith in the outcomes, in the timing, in the detours that turned out to be the destination. Patience is the key to success – and here patience is a must, because God cannot simply give whatever you want. God filters your wishes, figures out the best one, and chooses its perfect time to deliver.
We start becoming wise the moment we heal our minds with this one thought: we are not the controllers. We are simply actors in our own lives, uplifting our souls through different experiences written by God and shaped by our own past actions.
Sometimes I Wonder
Sometimes I wonder how much people suffer in their lives. It is unbearable even just listening to or thinking about some of their stories. And yet they choose to go on, with a tired mind and a heavy chest. Hats off to every survivor out there. Some are struggling with health problems, some with relationships, some with battles that nobody else can even see.
To all of you – do not forget that God is with you, and your prayers are very soon to be answered.
My Grandmother, the True Fighter
Let me share one of my very own experiences.
About three months ago, I found out that my grandmother had been diagnosed with breast cancer. She had a clot on the left side of her chest, something she had been quietly mentioning for a while, always brushing it off, always saying it would be okay. But it was not okay. And when the truth finally came out, the weight of it fell on our entire family all at once.
I will not pretend I handled it well. There were days I carried the worry silently, sitting with my phone, staring at her contact name, not knowing what to say or do. There were nights the anxiety sat on my chest like something I could not name or move. The people around me were carrying their own grief about it too, so there was this strange loneliness in our shared pain. Everyone is hurting, nobody quite knowing how to hold each other through it.
My father was resistant to chemotherapy and radiation, knowing how painful and exhausting that path could be. So he began searching and came across a remarkable healing community that works specifically with cancer patients, one that focuses entirely on natural methods and deep inner healing. My father took my grandmother there for about a month.
When she came back, she continued every ritual and practice she had learned, right there at home. One and a half months later, her reports came in. Everyone was in shock. Everything was normal.
Throughout all of this, she never once said the word cancer. Not once. She simply kept telling everyone around her, “I am absolutely healthy.” She believed it before the reports confirmed it. She is a true fighter.
And then it hit me. For a moment, I had underestimated her. I, her own granddaughter, had doubted her inner strength, forgetting that she was capable of handling something I could not even fully imagine.
The Man in the Lift – Trusting God’s Plan
During those days, I was quietly figuring something out inside myself about my own capacity to handle difficult situations.
There was this constant background noise in my mind. Not loud enough to stop me from functioning, but persistent enough to never fully let me rest. I would go about my day, make a shake, reply to messages, smile at the right moments – and all the while, somewhere underneath it all, a quiet voice kept asking: how much more can I actually take?
It was not just my grandmother’s illness. It was everything that came with it. The uncertainty. The waiting. The helplessness of loving someone deeply and not being able to fix what was hurting them. The exhaustion of staying strong for the people around you when you yourself are quietly falling apart on the inside.
I started noticing how tired I was in ways I could not easily explain. Not the kind of tiredness that a good night’s sleep fixes. It was a deeper kind – the kind that sits behind your eyes and lives in your chest. The kind that makes ordinary things feel strangely heavy.
And in those moments, I genuinely questioned myself. Was I strong enough? Was my faith strong enough? I had always believed in God, always believed things would work out. But believing something in peaceful times is easy. Believing it when you are in the middle of the storm, when you cannot see the shore – that is an entirely different thing.
I did not have answers. I just kept going, one day at a time, one breath at a time, quietly wondering whether I was built for this.
And then one afternoon, I received an online delivery and headed down from the 6th floor to collect it from the lobby. Two other men were already in the lift. The usual nod, a quick hello. Ordinary elevator small talk.
We reached the 4th floor.
The doors opened, and a man stepped in. You know how some people just fill a room the moment they enter it? He was that kind of person. High energy, visibly happy, deeply at peace with himself. He greeted us in a loud, warm and playful voice:
“Following, guys!”
I smiled. I thought that was it. Just a cheerful stranger passing through.
But then he said something. Calmly. Clearly. Almost as if he was reminding himself just as much as he was telling us:
“God gives us exactly what we can handle.”
He repeated it twice.
And I just stood there, looking at him.
The lift doors opened. He walked out. I do not even remember collecting my parcel that afternoon. I just remember standing there, replaying those eight words, feeling something inside me slowly loosen its grip.
What to Do When It Feels Like Too Much
First, breathe. You do not have to solve everything today. You only have to get through today. Tomorrow is God’s business. Right now is yours.
Second, ask. There is no pride in suffering silently. Pray with honesty. Not a polished, perfect prayer, but a real one. Tell God it hurts. Tell Him you are confused. Tell Him you are tired. He already knows, but saying it out loud is how you begin to release the grip it has on you.
Third, look back. Think about everything you have already survived. That heartbreak you were certain would end you. That season you were convinced would never pass. You made it through every single one of them. That is not luck. That is evidence of a strength you carry and a God who has never once left your side.
A Thought to Leave You With
Maybe that is exactly how God works. Not in grand announcements. Not in dramatic miracles. But in a stranger in a lift, in an unexpected detour, in a door that closes so another one can open.
We do not need to have it all figured out. We just need to trust the gardener.
The more faith, the more flowers.
What do you think? Do you believe everything happens for a reason, or is that just something we tell ourselves to make sense of the chaos? I would love to hear your thoughts in the comments.
