Sunday, February 6, 2011
Does everyone have a touch of Control Freak in them?
I try not to be one, but I am. I cross the line. I've been slowly learning this and battling with this, but recently God has lifted the heavy burden I've been carrying around of feeling responsible for the outcomes in life. I love my kids. I want them to be successful in friendships, sports, academics, their pursuit of God, and growing character. I want them to be happy, be nice to each other. I want them to do their house chores right. Somehow I got myself too tangled in and felt like a failure when they were not happy, or getting along with each other for too many days in a row. I beat myself up when they were slacking off on chores or school work. I questioned my "mom abilities" when larger problems would occur and the weight was draining me day after day. I want my husband to be happy when he comes home from work. I want him to work less, eat better, sleep more, and enjoy his family. I felt burdened with the ponderous task of making all these things happen in his life. What a joy it has been these past few days living without this huge and impossible assignment (which