On my nightstand rests my inspiration go-to, in perfect form. I've looked them over tonight while planning and praying and more planning and praying.
My head hurts!
Sometimes I find myself wanting to be the ultimate end-all planner of my own life.
I want to know every step. I want to plan the perfect getaway from my problems. I want to know what my life is going to be like in a month... I want all of the answers!
Then, in the middle of all my mental chaos, I stop and pray...
My built up stress and emotional build up seeps out of my body in the form of teardrops and I think: "Wow, what a baby! Get it together."
I sit here and kid myself that I have any control of the true master plan. Like God is really going to give up his reigns for me to take over. It's laughable.
So, for the night, I quit pretending I know it all.
Tonight, I don't want to 'get it together'... and I'm perfectly okay with that decision.
Tomorrow, we try again.