Y'all'd Isn't A Real Word

Giving up. Stoping. Halting in your tracks. Surender. It's not very easy is it? (Unless we are out of energy and conviction...) More often than not, we want live at the wheel. I know I'm that way. I'm pretty much a power junkie. (Well, I'm getting better at losing my inner nazi.) But if there is any situation I happen to find myself inside I prefer to be in control of anything I can be. And with a four-year-old little brother God has been showing me how to fail at that. Well... He has been showing me that my control just sucks. I think I know why . . . I'm finite.
     I start and end,
          bend and break,
               fail and fall.
I'm what y'all'd (Is that a real word?) call human. And I think I found out a cure for my inner power nazi: trust. Not just any trust though, a trust in the One and Only God. Oh, did I mention that that is pretty hard? A lot harder than sending a camel through the eye of a needle--if you get my drift. But, thankfully, we have a God Who is bigger than any ego Babble can throw at Him. All you got to do is ask. Pretty simple but amazingly hard. Go ahead: say "I'm done God; have my life," and mean it with your whole heart. (Don't make me do that, I'd feel dirty for lying to God like that.) But you could just say, "God, I'm tired of messing up everything. . . can You teach me how to give my life to You?" And then just try giving up something every day.

~TDH