Not mine to control

Saturday sunset

Admittedly, I like to be in control of things.  I am a planner and it’s unnerving to me when I don’t know things.  When I ask my husband what he wants for dinner, my motives are bigger than my desires to know his particular cravings on that day.  I need to know what time and if there is a possibility that others may be invited.  After all, I must plan.  To him, the spur of the moment individual that he is, it is annoying that I need to know all of these things before lunch.  Learning to “roll with the flow” is a lesson I have not even begun to master yet.

One of the hardest lessons I have had to learn in my Christian walk is that I have to relinquish control; especially when it comes to people and this is often adult kids who won’t just do what mom says is best.   I must trust God with them and most of the time, thankfully, I do.

The one that brought the most grief this week though was having someone completely misunderstand my intentions and refuse to give me the opportunity to explain.  My motives were harshly and unfairly judged and although I know in my heart of hearts that I didn’t intend any harm, that I harbor no ill feelings and that the person is truly mistaken, I wasn’t given the opportunity to right the perceived wrong.

As I have mentioned before, I loathe dissension.  However, in this situation, again, I must trust God to shine the light of truth on the problem, while I patiently wait.  It’s easy for people to say, “Don’t worry about it”, or “It’s not your problem”, but since I feel like the right words would be like a healing balm to a troubled soul, the waiting is difficult.  But, wait I will, with the calm assurance that God has a plan that is better than mine.

Have a blessed night!