Who Is In Control

No wonder I’m so stressed, no rest for my weary soul, when it’s all about my plans, when I have to be the one in control. I’m the puppet master, intent on controlling my own strings, blind to my own limitations, convinced that I know all things. What happened to my strategy as I watch my plans disintegrate? I never saw this coming. Am I no longer master of my fate? Is it written in my contract I must be producer of my own show? What if I release my obsession with me? What if I simply let go? What if I put on end to this chaos, put my well laid plans to rest? What if I allow myself to believe that my heavenly Father knows best? Lord, if You become master of my fate, guiding all I say and do… If I desire Your will for my life, I’ll learn to draw closer to You. I just need to relax my hold. I want some of Your sweet release. I want what only You can give, that elusive element of peace.