Any fellow control freaks out there? With my sons growing up and going their own way, I’ve found myself struggling more with worry. My nightly prayers are filled with urgent requests for God to guide and protect my sons. Why the fear all of a sudden? I think it’s because I no longer have control. When the boys were little, I controlled everything…what they ate, when they went to bed, who their pals were. Now I have to figure out how to let go and truly turn them over to God. It dawns on me that I should’ve been doing more of that all along.
All this worrying is exhausting.
There’s the good kind of tired that comes from laboring for the Lord. Then there’s the tired-of-it-all that comes from running ahead of the Lord.
Parenting isn’t the only area that’s effected by the need to control. If my marriage gets rocky, I need to ask if I’m trying to lead or undermining my husband’s leadership. If I’m frustrated with my church family, it’s time to do some personal soul searching. Is my heart guilty of setting a standard for righteousness? If I’m honest, I’ll recognize what’s at the root of the control problem:
- Pride. It gets in the way of acting wisely (Prov. 11:2).
- Lack of trust. It assumes that I’m the only one who can get it right (Prov. 26:12).
- Either ignorance of God’s plan or ignoring God’s plan. It takes the reigns from the One who knows best (Psa. 18:30).
When I’m overwrought with worry, I need to come down off my high horse. I’m acting as if I’m in the one in charge of keeping order instead of God. When I feel anxiety stealing my joy, it’s time to humble myself, let go through prayer, study God’s Word to learn His will, and trust.
Those who wait on the Lord shall renew their strength…they shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and not faint.