I need you to understand something about me. I am a control freak. You may look at me and say, “He has some tendencies of a control freak.” But the truth is that you really have no clue. Because the most controlling place of a true control freak is the mind. And you may want to know what’s going on in there, but I’m a vault, baby. (HITCH reference.)
Perhaps the one thing I want more than anything else is for my life to be under control. The only difficulty with this is that my life feels pretty expansive. Without even getting into my work, I have a lot of plates spinning in my intellect, emotions, spirituality, and physical nature. So I work to keep all those plates spinning, but then I also have a job. A job that is fairly expansive in its nature. I work with people, and that number of people seems to be growing all the time. All the people have struggles, victories, challenges, wounds, and wounds under the wounds they actually share.
So, I have a few plates spinning. I have a hunch about you. Here is my guess. You do too. As a matter of fact, you may have way more plates than I do, or heavier plates than I do, but either way, you’re dealing with a lot of things in your life.
Now, lately, in the last two weeks I have noticed one word coming up in conversation again and again and again.
I know people who are trying to “fix my friends.” But their friends don’t get fixed.
I know married couples who are trying or tired of trying to “fix their spouse.”
I know other people who are doing their best to create some solid ground so they can “fix themselves.”
The only problem is that, we aren’t robots. We’re not made up by a bunch of screws and bolts (although you may feel so screwed up you want to bolt from the present situation). We’re not machines that react according to our programming. We don’t need an oil can, or a tune up to continue on.
We are human. And human comes with a lot of different facets. Human comes with great challenges. Human thinks, feels, breathes, smells, sees, perceives, dreams, listens, argues, believes, hopes, and even gives love.
And that’s just the surface. So how do you even begin to fix all of that? How do you begin to fix you?
Here is my thought and I could be wrong on this, but I don’t believe you can fix yourself or anyone else for that matter.
Now, there was someone back in the day who did a little bit of writing. For today’s note, let’s just call this person, the Psalmist.
The Psalmist wrote in Psalm 121,
“I lift up my eyes to the hills– where does my help come from? My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth.”
The rest of the Psalm continues in a poetic formation that speaks of the LORD truly caring about you and I. That the LORD basically cares enough to have your back, your front, every other part of you. And this LORD’s eyes don’t grow heavy from a lack of sleep.
So I don’t have it under control. I don’t have to. What I must do is lift my eyes from myself, stop navel-gazing and look towards the hills.
Lift your eyes.
The answer is not inside. Lift up your eyes to the hills, to the heavens beyond them, and know that the LORD is at hand.
Resources for the Day: CELEBRATE RECOVERY
Principle 1: Realize I’m not God; I admit that I am powerless to control my tendency to do the wrong thing and my life is unmanageable.
”Happy are those who know they are spiritually poor.” Matthew 5:3
(I would recommend the one at the Park Plaza Church at 51st and Sheridan Fridays at 7. Meal is at 6. Check it out on the web here).
Song for Today: Fix You by Coldplay. You can listen to it/see the music video here.