I made a saracastic remark yesterday in jest, and I immediately regretted my phrasing. Joking around I retorted, “God’s the ultimate control freak and I’m just trying to be more like Him.”
Woah there.
I’ve since repented and God’s been merciful in reminding me how I need to choose my words wisely and carefully.
At the same time, this morning, reading through Psalm 19, He seems to have not only done a healing work in me but He seems to have redeemed my words and idiocy.
Truth be told, God is the ultimate controller of all things. The “freakiness” of it all is that it’s incomprehendible and our pursuit of holiness is realizing ultimately what God knows about Himself - that God Himself is in control.
It’s a freeing realization but a seemingly impossible practice - to cede control. Control over circumstance. Control over people’s reactions and responses. Control over even worship environments.
I spent years honing a specific set of skills necessary to soliciting a specific response from people. Making them laugh…cry…heck…even feel. But to what end? To have control?
Could the greatest exercise in faith in this season of life be giving up the fight for control? It’s a tough sell because even as I read Psalm 19:14 - “Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in Your sight…” I’m hoping that somehow I can discover what those words and meditations are exactly so I can be sure I’m acceptable.
Twisted I know but it’s in the next statement where it gets untwisted for me. ”O Lord, my rock and my Redeemer.”
That’s all I need to know. The Lord is in control and He redeemed me. The words and meditations stem from that.
