Posts tagged control
Hand It Over To God

What are you trying to control in your life right now? Does one particular thing come to mind as you answer that question? Maybe there are several answers that pop in your head as you list out all of the things you’re trying to take control of. School, relationships, work, finances, future outcomes - I’m sure those are only a few of the broader categories that come to mind. I know that because many of those came to mind for me.

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Letting Go Of Control

When I was a little girl, one of my favorite things to do was to sit in my dad’s lap and drive our car up the driveway. Anytime we would get a minute or two out from arriving home, I would perk up and ask, “Dad, can I drive?” And so many times, my sweet dad would say yes, put the car in park at the end of the driveway, and let me take the wheel.

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Letting Go Of Control

When I was a little girl, one of my favorite things to do was to sit in my dad’s lap and drive our car up the driveway. Anytime we would get a minute or two out from arriving home, I would perk up and ask, “Dad, can I drive?” And so many times, my sweet dad would say yes, put the car in park at the end of the driveway, and let me take the wheel.

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Trusting God's Track Record

Since my boyfriend and I started dating, he typically drives when we’re going somewhere. Now, if I’m being honest, I’m kind of weird when I’m in the car with other people. On one hand, I like to be in the passenger seat. I’m great at DJ-ing, getting the driver’s food ready after we’ve gone through the Chick-fil-A drive-thru, and making sure the navigation app is up and running (because apparently my sense of direction alone is not trustworthy). I enjoy being the passenger. But on the other hand, I also have an issue with not being in control, so I don’t handle it well when I’m not driving.

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Letting Go Of Control

When I was a little girl, one of my favorite things to do was to sit in my dad’s lap and drive our car up the driveway. Anytime we would get a minute or two out from arriving home, I would perk up and ask, “Dad, can I drive?” And so many times, my sweet dad would say yes, put the car in park at the end of the driveway, and let me take the wheel.

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