I hear myself say it. “Oh, how I wish he’d let go of the control he doesn’t have.” And my heart is pricked. Because I know, that’s a word for me too. An anxious mama mothering an anxious little boy. I think, what could be a bigger train wreck? But I know God is trustworthy.
The Control We Don't Have
The Control We Don't Have
The Control We Don't Have
I hear myself say it. “Oh, how I wish he’d let go of the control he doesn’t have.” And my heart is pricked. Because I know, that’s a word for me too. An anxious mama mothering an anxious little boy. I think, what could be a bigger train wreck? But I know God is trustworthy.