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Which Way?

Recently, our family has experienced many transitions. From adjusting to having a graduate, moving into new realms of ministry, and extended family adventures, we have been on a bit of a roller coaster in life.

When things become chaotic, I tend to want to regain some control. God is still teaching me to let go and allow Him to handle the driving. A couple of weeks ago, my sister made such a profound statement:

It’s God’s way or no way.

I can’t get into the full realm of our discussion that prompted this statement, but it definitely smacked me in the face with the realization that if God isn’t in the situation-whatever it is-it’s wrong. For control freaks like me, I need reminding that God sees the big picture, and has a perfect plan for everyone involved. Sometimes-most if the time-I need to get out of His way and let Him work.

God’s way is perfect. All the Lord’s promises prove true. He is a shield for all who look to him for protection. (Psalms‬ ‭18‬:‭30‬ ‭NLT‬‬)

I can never begin to understand or fathom the ultimate plan of the God of the universe. But I can trust that He is good no matter what. That’s where faith comes in. I have to believe that what I don’t see yet will happen in God’s perfect timing and according His perfect plan. 

This isn’t easy for me. It’s daily dying to what I think is the answer and jumping in with my own ideas of how to “fix” situations. But I will ruin things if I follow my lead. My heart and mind must be aligned with God, and I have to allow myself to be led by Holy Spirit.

What are you controlling right now that God is asking you to trust Him with? Which way will you go? As for me, I have to follow God’s way.

© Jill Cook and Unbroken & Undone Ministries.  All rights reserved.

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