For years, I failed to see that I had any control issues at all. I thought of myself as invested. Concerned. Just trying to help. I only took matters into my own hands because I cared so much! The last word I would have chosen to describe myself was “controlling”. Besides, nobody told me outright that I was controlling–not even my husband. Yet, there were signs….
Anger. Anxiety. Fear. Perfectionism. Each of these came erupting, with ever increasing frequency, from my control-craving heart.
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Control is such a burden. It weighs us down and tears at our relationships. We become the worst version of ourselves when we try to manage all of life's contingencies and lunge for one loose thread after another. God never designed for us to live under the burden of...read more
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