There is a part of my make-up that is both a blessing and a curse. It has served me well, and caused me grief. It has paid rewards, and cost me position. It has given me peace, and it has brought me turmoil. The personality trait I’m describing? I want to be, need to be, in control. I need to be heard. When I see how things could be done better or more efficiently, I feel that I should express my opinion.
As I mature, I can see that things don’t have to be done my way. I understand that my way is not always the right way. I have come to realize that if it’s not my business I need to just go with the flow and move on. But it has been a hard learned lesson, and I fight the desire to express myself frequently. I do believe there is a time and a place to be heard, and a time to remain silent. Great accomplishments have happened because certain people chose to express themselves, and enormous upheaval has been the result of the actions of certain folks who demanded to be heard when they should have remained quiet.
I guess the part of my life that should be the most peaceful, the part of my existence where I should relinquish my need to be in control, is the part where the most qualified being in existence has ask to be given free reign. God has asked that I allow Him to be in control, yet I somehow have a hard time allowing Him that power.
A couple of years ago there was a group of us from McDermott Road sitting on the porch at the church building in Gulaco, Honduras when the question was asked, “What is your favorite church song, and why?” Well, I answered the question by stating that it might not be my favorite, but the most meaningful song to me was, Lord, Take Control.
My heart, my mind, my body, my soul
I give to You, take control.
I give my body a living sacrifice.
Lord, take control, take control.
(Author unknown)
Till next time,
Grump