I like being in control even though I realize it is only an illusion. When I truly know I am not in control, I can feel helpless and hopeless.   

Before I can accept the truth, however, that I really can't change what is or has happened, I usually wrestle over it.  I think, well, there must be something I can do.  For example, when my ninety-year-old mother was having problems with the nursing staff, I thought, there has to be something that I can say to fix the issue. Something I can change to make things better for her.  Years ago, when my oncologist said, "I'm sorry there is nothing else I can do to help with your fatigue." I frantically thought, there must be another doctor, or someone who can help me. Or whenever I experience that heart-wrenching pain that comes with a devastating loss, I wonder, is there a pill or a counselor who can take this awful pain away?

There is nothing wrong with exploring whether or not we can change a situation, or whether or not there is something God wants us to do. I find it most helpful, however, if I immediately remind myself I am not, never was and never will be in control.  I am dependent on God and helpless to change anything without him.  When I continue to struggle with my lack of control, I picture myself, curled up on God's lap like a little girl.  With my head tight against his chest, he whispers, "Georgia, don't wrestle, just nestle with me." 

Reflection for Gaining More: What image or Scripture helps you to rest and nestle with God rather than struggle and fight over what can't be changed?