Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.
Monday, February 07, 2011
2) I have limited control. Basically, the only control I have is over my own choices. Not my life, not my future, not even my present. Only the choices I make. I can even make all the "right" choices and end up with the unexpected. Or I can even make "poor" choices and be blessed with things I do not deserve and have not earned.
Bottom line. I am still responsible for what I say and what I do whether it's a "reaction," planned out pro-activity, or the best choice of three not so great options.
But, God does see the full picture, the tiny details and the outcome. And I can trust Him with all of those.