When Santa Clause Leaves Town

Now that I am nineteen years old, the gift opening process has lost some of its magic. I can’t decide if this is because I don’t have a list of thirty-five different toys I want, or because I don’t open toys that my cousins and I sit and play with on the floor together all day, or some other unknown reason. I have found more joy in watching my young cousins faces when they open their presents. I can’t help but wonder if my parents watched my face like that.

Open Hands: What Mary Means for Control Freaks Like Me

I'll admit, control is an area that I struggle in.  I try to manipulate situations to play out the way that I want.  I have a hard time letting other people lead because I want control.  And ultimately, I have a hard time giving things to God.  We deceive ourselves into thinking that we have the ability to control things when in the end, God is the one who is sovereign.