Don’t Resist; Accept
It’s All Good!
Don’t resist; Accept
Accept what is
The life bestowed upon thee
Walk closer to God by accepting it
Bow down before God by not resisting what is
Let life lead you where you belong still
You may have been awakened
You may have realized this isn’t what you asked for
Or wanted
Yet if you are here now
Then don’t demand for more
Just take what you have
And learn to live with it
As best as you can
It is still here with you for a good reason
To prepare you for where you ought to go next
If you don’t learn what you need to learn now
Then where you go next
Won’t be rewarding either!
So humble yourself before it
Walk with faith in God just
He is leading you to better shores
You’re just not ready to go there yet
Trust in the process that leads you along
Trust in the day you have been handed down
Assume it was you who authored this for yourself
When you sat down with God for lunch and planned this life by yourself
And perhaps it will all work out for the good for all concerned
If you just listen
Pay attention to where you are going
Keep your eyes on the ball
At all times
Winning is just a matter of time
When you do that
Don’t you get it yet?
Life is just a baseball game you’re playing against yourself
Who wins who loses is all in your hands alone
Think about this
Peace ✌🏽
Woke up this morning to this
Wonderful read
God bless you!
This poem feels like a hand resting gently on the shoulder, urging us to soften into life.
It reminds us that acceptance is not defeat but a way of walking closer to God.
The verses speak to the ache of unmet desires, yet transform them into hidden preparation.
Every “no” becomes a quiet teacher, shaping us for shores we cannot yet reach.
Humility here is tenderness: bowing not in weakness but in trust that life knows the way.
The image of planning our journey with God over lunch makes destiny feel intimate, almost playful.
Faith is shown as listening, as noticing the day we are given and treating it as gift.
The baseball metaphor turns struggle into a game, reminding us that we play against ourselves.
Winning, then, is not about conquest but about patience, focus, and staying present.
Ultimately, the poem whispers that peace arrives when resistance ends and trust begins to breathe.