It’s about my continual insistence that I am in control of my own life. It’s about the endless pressure I put on myself to make the right choice, the best choice, at the right time. I forget or maybe never truly believe how often the best things that happen are, in fact, kind gifts that have nothing to do with me. My obsession with clarity and the quick fix blinds me to all the miraculous ways Jesus works in small surprises in the midst of the long haul—through people, through connection, through his body, the church.
