I used to be somewhat of a control freak. I became that way while living in Chicago during my early 20’s. It was a time when I had no idea who I was or what my purpose was. To gain a sense of identity I thought I needed to seize the reigns. So I ripped the reigns of my life out of the hands of God and tried to control everything – and as soon as I did that – everything went out of control…
Contrary to popular belief – we are not masters of our fate. This is not to say that we shouldn’t live a life of diligence and wisdom. And it’s not to say that we should consume everything we have and plan for nothing. And this is not to say that responsibility is meaningless. But… this IS to say, that unless God is in control, and He has the reigns, everything will be out of control, even if it looks like it’s under control, it’s an illusion.
We are not sovereign. We cannot control the outcome of anything. We can plan things and attempt to control our lives, yet most of us have come to grips with the fact that our lives aren’t completely under our control. This can wreak havoc on the emotional and physical health of the control freak.
I am no longer a control freak. Being a control freak is entirely too disappointing and risky. I’ve matured enough to know that trying to control everything isn’t good for my emotional or physical health. Instead I look to God, seek His face, and give everything to Him. This isn’t always easy. Sometimes I snatch situations out of His hands forgetting that He can handle life much better than I can… But then I remember – that I can’t do this alone. I NEED Him and His strength to help me daily.