I had it all figured out! I knew that God had a plan for my life and the life of my family, but I
had failed to seek Him out to find out what that plan was. I had to do things my way. I had to
have control of my life and my destiny. I couldn’t possibly take the time to let go and let God.
For the first time in a long time I hid in shame and felt a conviction so strong that I broke
down in the corner of my grandmother’s kitchen, right in front of the microwave oven, and
poured my heart out to a mighty, loving, and forgiving God.
I wish I could tell you exactly what I said, but I just remember telling Him that I was sorry for
being so arrogant and thinking that I could be the captain of my own fate. I do specifically
remember telling Him with conviction that I would be content living in a ditch somewhere or
in a shack if it was in His will and ۙ\