Aren’t children great? My children have taught me some of my most valued life lessons. For years, I was that kind of mom who would rather do things myself, than fight with the kids to get them done. At least conflict avoidance was what I thought I was practicing.
One year, I suffered several medical issues. That year, my children had to do things that I had usually done myself. A big one was making beds. I was raised that a bed had to be made a certain way—hospital corners, nice even hang on the sides, tight sheets. This strict format was not how the beds ended up after the children had made them.
I learned that the world would not stop turning if I was not in complete control of every little thing. In the face of the cancer issues, the fact that the covers on the bed were rumpled and crooked—or the bed was not made at all—did not matter. God, through my children, had taught me a valuable lesson. There were much more important things than whether my house would pass military inspection. Oh, how He patiently frees me from my foolish pride.
Control issues are pride issues. We want to be able to stand back and pat ourselves on the back for the wonderful way we pulled it all together. However, if we are in 100% control, what percentage of control is left to God? Relax dear ones. He loves you, even if your bed is not made.
What are you trying to control that should be left to God's perfect plan? Do you ever feel like you have gotten in His way? These are questions that I ask myself each time I do a personal inventory. You see, I am not completely fixed yet. God is still working on me.
And, my dear ones, He is still working on you, too. Hugs!
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