God is slowly loostening my fingers on control.

One by one, He is taking them and releasing me of worry, of over-analyzing. Little things, like eating three meals a day. What shoes to wear. Being a minute late. Bigger things, like my fifteen page English paper, college, or my job. He shows me time and times again that He has a plan, and has hand-picked with perfect hands my life, my day, all my minutes. If it's meant to happen, my Daddy will make it happen. In my flesh I still worry; I still sneak a stronger hold on control. But the beauty is that even in my greatest strength, I am not as strong as Him.