Oh, the fear that controlled me like a string puppet for so long. Learning how to slash through the lies that try to reattach has been a journey, a fiery process of refinement.
Oh, I pray the leaders make the right and just decisions, but I can not control them – I can only control me and how I give love.
Oh, my husband is his own person and no matter how close we get and how wonderful our relationship progresses, there will be times I wish to get in his head and grab the handle bars in order to turn him to my point of view – but I can’t. I can only control me and how I give love.
Oh, my stars – kids are a blessing but no matter how many times I repeat myself, what I do will still be more in the long run – and since I can’t control them, steering them from harm, I will choose to only try to control me. Just me and how I give love.
May I trade control for trust in God all these areas. Everyday will be a work in progress, admittedly.