I have this insatiable desire to see the end of something before it has even begun. At the beginning of a crisis I crane my neck to see over or around or strain my eyes to see through. I need to see the end. I need to see that there is an end, I suppose.
I guess it gives me a sense of control, this knowledge of what I'm up against, like I can lick it if I just know the breadth of what it is. Researching every possible solution and scenario makes me feel prepared, knowledgeable, empowered.
What a crock.
The real power, the real peace, for that's really what I'm looking for in my thirst for understanding, comes only with surrender. Lying awake at night reviewing every possible outcome only serves to fuel anxiety. Almighty Google, with its pictures and links and definitions and rabbit trails only muddies the waters further.
Clarity, peace, and rest come with surrender.
I am not in control. There is a peace that goes beyond any understanding I could every hope to have when I simply share my worries with the One who is.
So, goodnight, Google and Facebook and Blogger.
Hello, Jesus...
I guess it gives me a sense of control, this knowledge of what I'm up against, like I can lick it if I just know the breadth of what it is. Researching every possible solution and scenario makes me feel prepared, knowledgeable, empowered.
What a crock.
The real power, the real peace, for that's really what I'm looking for in my thirst for understanding, comes only with surrender. Lying awake at night reviewing every possible outcome only serves to fuel anxiety. Almighty Google, with its pictures and links and definitions and rabbit trails only muddies the waters further.
Clarity, peace, and rest come with surrender.
I am not in control. There is a peace that goes beyond any understanding I could every hope to have when I simply share my worries with the One who is.
So, goodnight, Google and Facebook and Blogger.
Hello, Jesus...
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