I was recently reminded of what happens when one permissions others to act without checking in to see if you are “ok” with the action. Even as things unfolded, I found myself watching and responding in quiet surprise. It was engaging in wonderful ways I never imagined. Actions I would normally initiate taken on by others. I was involved but not in control. I was completely engaged even as I wondered.
The fact that I like to be in control is a reality that I readily acknowledge. I wish it was based on confidence, assurance, or conviction. As I reflect, the root is a simple and disturbing one – I think I know what is best for me. There are lots of follow-ons from this. I want to ensure that my agenda is the first agenda in my life. I want to control as much as possible. I want, I want. As natural and normal as this might be, it often blocks others from doing something better, or as least as good.
Letting others have a voice in your life is a statement of strength. Inviting God, trusted friends, and people willing to care to touch one’s life can be a difficult decision. It involved releasing one’s grip on events, actions, and even outcomes. It involves trusting in someone other than your self.
Others are willing to love and care. In giving them access to your heart you gift them with acceptance and an embrace. In participation in their leadership, even in your life, you step into the character in a larger story.
I am awed by the decisions others are willing to take. The Psalmist reminds me that Divinity “ordered his angels to guard you wherever you go.” (Psalm 91.11) Friends tell me how much they care through their actions. A quiet conversation takes me to a place of compassion and instruction.
I understand that I am not solely in charge. I have come to appreciate the peace and hope born in the knowledge that others are caring for my soul in collaboration with me.