Out Of Control
A person told me that their life was out of control. Well, so is mine, and this can be a good thing. My life used to be out of control. Period. Finally, I decided that I had to do more than believe in God, pray to this God for momentary help to fix things, while I lived the illusion that I could steer my life back onto the wide road of self-will, just not at that moment. I took a drastic step. I surrendered control. So now, on my good days, my life is out of "my" control, but it is not out of God's control. This is a much narrower road than the broad highway of "my way." Plus, I don't drive. I am a passenger. Prayer is when I fill up the tank and clean the windshield, and get into the passenger seat. God steers. Sometimes, I make plans as to where we are going. But my plans may end up wanting to go one way and the road is going another. I don't take over the control, on the good days. When I take control, there is a wreak. I don't want my life to be a wreak. Been there, done that.