When strolling through this thing called life, I often stumble. Usually, the obstacle I stumble over is me. It’s funny, but I can create an unrealistic outcome or scenario in my head to accompany any uncomfortable issue that should arise. I have spent countless hours overthinking random solutions that will work for me. It is humorous when I think about it, as the solution will arrive and be whatever it will be. Fear usually overwhelmes the faith that is circling my heart.
So, why do I repeat the same pattern? Easy. I forget the God has a plan, and I just need to get out of the way. It needs time to unfold just like dough needs time to rise. My white-knuckle solution usually brings a lot of unpleasant symptoms. I have to remember that I am powerless. Life is simple. I am the one that makes it complicated.