Peniel - Day 1...12:27pm

I’m sitting on the sandy bank of a fishing hole my father told me about, glancing up from time to time to see that my bobber is still confirming that fact that the fish are not biting, and a thought comes to me. Why do I have such a hard time giving up complete control to the God who has proved that he’ll help me? Why do I insist I don’t want to lose all of myself when I don’t even like myself? Insist I must be able to make my own choices when my choices have always led to pain and heartache? That quandary, to me, is the very definition of insanity.