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I’m amazed at how much of life boils down to control. Control and trust, and they’re really the same thing. Let me demonstrate:

When you believe you are in control, that you need control, that you having control is the best possible path for the (your) world, you are trusting that you know best. That you have a handle on things, that your ways would do the (your) world some good.

When you relinquish control, you admit that life escalates quicker than you can understand and you find yourself trusting in something bigger than yourself. Some might even start to call that faith.

Some mornings I wake up and I think I’m in control. 

And then I clumsily spill coffee on the floor, cut myself shaving and my knee feels wonky when I walk up the stairs.

I blow up when someone offends me, or just doesn’t consider me, and I mentally and/or verbally lash out when things don’t happen when and how I want them to happen.

I’m not in control of a mug of coffee, or my body most of the time, much less my attitude or mood or anger. 

I am not in control. 

Well, truthfully I tried really hard to be in control but it didn’t go well for me.

I wonder how much of life would be different if we regularly conceded control?

Gracious.
Humble.
Patient.
Thankful.

These are probably some of the things people would say about us.

Instead we choose:

Rude.
Proud.
Impatient.
Arrogant. 

Which category do you fall in?

Side note: If you think you fall somewhere in between, guess where people who don’t know you well probably place you most of the time? Yep. 

When people get to know you…when they spend time around you, watch your relationships, notice how you make decisions, what decisions you make… what would they say you have faith in?

You? Your control? 

Or something greater?