Calling All Control Freaks

I'm one of those people who would like to control everything in my life. You may be too.I see this in many women. I tried frantically to be in control for many years until God grabbed my attention and wrestled my control issues from my clenched fists. It happened this way.
    

I'm one of those people who would like to control everything in my life. You may be too.I see this in many women. I tried frantically to be in control for many years until God grabbed my attention and wrestled my control issues from my clenched fists. It happened this way.
    

My youngest daughter attended a large university where campus housing was at a premium. Her second year she was accepted into one of the nicest dorms on campus, but the rule was that you could either choose the room or the roommate but not both. Well, I had heard horror stories of what happened when you roomed with some girls–like men in the room, and I turned into mother bear. I was not going to allow my child to take pot luck in roommates. I had heard that if your child had a learning disability they would ditch the rule. So I decided to make my case with the administrator who could fix this unfair situation.
     All week, I was on the phone long distance climbing my way up the ladder to the gentleman who could give my daughter the room and roommate she needed. And finally, I was on the phone with him. We talked for a few minutes, and then he asked me, "Does your daughter have a learning disability?" I answered rather indignantly, "Well, I prefer not to label people." That did it. He bought it. I had done the impossible. I called my daughter, she turned cart wheels on the other end of the phone, and we rejoiced together.
     Only the roommate she had chosen, the dear Christian girl from her church, did not turn out to be the roommate she thought she would be. In fact, she did have men in the room, a lot. And she went home at Christmas under suspicious circumstances. All fall I had to endure calls from my daughter who was trying to figure out how to navigate the situation. And it was my fault.
     Some of us are stubborn and God needs a two by four to get our attention, and break us of our control issues. This was that time for me, and for my daughter. Now, when we are tempted to try to take control instead of trust God in a situation, we look at each other, remember, smile, and let go.
     God knows what He is doing in your life and mine. So trust Him, follow Him. Two by fours are rather painful. You won't regret trusting your Sovereign Father who has your best interest at heart.