I am painfully impatient.
No one moves fast enough for me.
Deep down inside, I’m freaking out that you aren’t doing things the way I would.
I am a planner. Don’t step on my plans.
I feel like I may spontaneously combust when I’m not in control
of my environment.
(posted by future world racer Erin Reichman at www.madepeculiar.blogspot.com… check it out. its fantastic)
No one moves fast enough for me.
Deep down inside, I’m freaking out that you aren’t doing things the way I would.
I am a planner. Don’t step on my plans.
I feel like I may spontaneously combust when I’m not in control
of my environment.
If I can control the way you do things…
If I can plan my days enough to know what to expect…
If I can get you to commit to my plan…
Then, I’ll be safe. Safe and sound in the predictable little world I’ve created.
Trusting God is so not safe and sound.
God has begun to dissolve my plans. Honestly, It feels a little bit like a plastic bag over my face. Why would God suffocate me, you ask.
So that He can breathe beautiful, radical, effervescent life into my dead lungs.
(posted by future world racer Erin Reichman at www.madepeculiar.blogspot.com… check it out. its fantastic)
