I tend to be a worrier and as a result, I’m a planner because I want to control the outcome. If truth be known, I want to control the future, to know what’s coming and to plan for it. To be ready. Prepared. Not caught unawares. There’s no big sin in it save this: Sometimes it’s easier to trust in myself than God.
That’s the ugly truth and it’s embarrassing to admit I struggle with it, but there you go. My future seems so real and often I feel as if I Know Best which just proves one thing: I don’t.