Did you? Yeah, I know it’s not easy. Succumbing to someone else’s plans . . . to someone else’s will. I know. But will you at least give it a shot? He’s not just ANYONE you know. He’s sorta EVERYTHING. He really is. And He’ll take care of everything for you and He’ll give you everything you need.
Listen to what I typed? He’ll give you what you NEED. Not necessarily what you WANT. Yeah, I know. Sucks right? We want what we want when we want it. And we want it now. And we want to control it all too. But just like a parent to a toddler, we can’t have it our way all the time. He won’t spoil us because just like that toddler who wants to eat cotton candy at the fair all day long, everything we WANT is not always good for us.
But He’s so good for us. He really is. But sometimes He’s TOO good though. TOO nuff. TOO strict. Drives me nuts. Why CAN’T I win lotto? Why CAN’T I go on an exotice vacation whenever I wan’t to. Why CAN’T I lose weight by just snapping my fingers? Why CAN’T I just NOT work everyday? Why CAN’T I be a famous somebody? Why do I STILL have to put in the work? Why CAN’T things just happen? Why is everything a thing? I’m so tired.
But I’ll tell you guys this . . . by me slowing my roll, getting a grip, understanding that It’s not always about me (a hard pill to swallow by the way) I’ve relaxed quite a bit. Everything is not magnified like it was before. I realize I can’t cater to everyone all the time. I can’t fix everyone and everything. I can’t do everything for everyone. I just can’t. There’s too many different personalities and likes and dislikes and feelings and issues and other stuff that needs to be considered and helped and done instead of what I want. What I desire. And what I need. And I can’t do it all. I’d drive myself cray cray. It’s all too much. Too much noise. Too much stuff. Just too much. So I just let Him deal with it. I let it all go.
And I’m good. I’m so good. It’s like everything just falls away. The stress. The worry. The chaos. All of the distracting noise around me melts off of my psyche like hot wax on a candle. Then it all pools at my feet and I step over all the crap and keep it moving. I love it!
I’m not aloof. It’s not that I don’t care. I do. Too much. But He cares more. Exponentially more. After I’ve done all I can, I just hand the steering wheel to Him and let him drive. I’ll be the toddler. He can lead. So . . . did you try Him yet?
