Relax Don’t Do It

 

Be still and know that I am God. Psalm 46:10

The NASB says “Cease striving.”

In other words, relax.

How come as women that is so hard for us? At work, at home, in marriage, with our kids, with our parents, with our friends? We don’t relax. We worry. We fret. We control.

I am a recovering control freak. I fall off the wagon now and then. I am a work in progress. Here’s what I have learned that my over-control says.

I think I am better. 

Really that’s what it is about. I think my way is best. I am the smartest and most strategic of all the humans on the planet. My way is supreme.

I don’t trust other people.

Not only is my way the best, your way will lead to utter destruction. If I let anyone else lay out the kid’s clothes or plan the next church potluck life, as we know it, will end.

I don’t trust God.

Actually, he spoke the world into existence. I’m not so sure he really needs my help. I need to just sit back and let him be supreme and in control. I need to let him be God.

How about you? Will you join me in recovery. Will you give up your worry and fretting. The next time you are over come with the need to control, relax. Don’t do it.

Serena
Tweet1
Share23
Pin
24 Shares
Jenner, Gender & GodWhen We Worship Fellowship
Comments: 3
  1. Sandi Rog
    7 years ago

    I guess this means I better put an end to my backseat driving. My husband would really appreciate that. He reminds me constantly that he manages to get to and from work (every day) without my help. 🙂

    Thanks for this post, Serena. 🙂

    ReplyCancel
  2. Peter Baise
    7 years ago

    .
    Yes.

    All we have is this breath, this moment.

    Breathe.

    In-spire.

    While I was hurrying and juggling tasks and errands, a friend said, “Breathe, take a breath”.

    Oh, I said, I forgot, yes, take a breath — great.

    I did, and was about to get underway again, refreshed a bit.

    “Now take a second breath,” they said.

    Oh, you mean “breathe” as in “more than one breath”!

    Got it, two breaths, good for me … now, on my way.

    “Now take a third breath,” they said.

    Aww, c’mon now, I’ll never get anything done if I … awllriiight awlready …

    And with the third deep, slow, intentional breath of in-spiration, I realized that I exist, here, now, in this body and mind, now more full of spirit, and I can take responsibility for whole myself first, feeding myself that first food — air — before abandoning myself in the service of everyone and everything around me.

    And when I breathe, first, second, third, then respond to others, they actually receive the real me, not some abandoned, breathless carcass.

    Thanks for reminding me to take care of myself first, Serena.
    .

    ReplyCancel
    • 7 years ago

      “they actually receive the real me, not some abandoned, breathless carcass.”
      Wow! Well said.
      Sometimes we think we are doing better for other people when we kill ourselves but nurturing ourselves is better for us and the people we are interacting with.

      ReplyCancel

Leave a Reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

Serena
7 years ago 3 Comments Anxiety, , 394