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Driven by love~It's still control

When someone we love hurts, we hurt.  What do we do?  I don't know about you but my first response is to jump.  To fix.  To try to make it better.  To figure it out.  To put it on me.  Take the blame and responsibility.  To cheer-lead.  If that doesn't work?  Tell them to get up and suck it up.  And...amazingly...it doesn't work.  Driven by love~it is still control.  


Control is me not wanting to release.  Control is me wanting to do something to relieve my fear and anxiety and pain.  Control is holding on.  Control is my own self-protection. Reminding, cajoling, maneuvering, reframing....  It's all control if our motive is to do something about someone else.


So what to do...  Let go of the outcome.  Release those that are hurting to God to care for and protect.  My responsibility is for my own reactions, responses, feelings, attitudes and behaviors and actions.  Love without strings.  Love without worrying about what I need.  Love without expectations.  


I can't fix it but I can choose to let go, release to God and to love.  Love without strings.  Love that is not driving anything.  Love that is just love.

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  1. Sam's ThotsFebruary 3, 2011 at 11:22 PM

    I don't have the words that reading this addresses. I've been going thru some things this past month and your words, your expression seem to reach me with ... oh, I don't know how to say it.
    Have you ever just read something and it just clicks and a light goes on and you know you were suppose to read it and finally understand and know what to do?
    Anyway, thank you. God is blessing you, Heather.

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  2. Heather Ann GillFebruary 5, 2011 at 8:57 PM

    I get that Sam and it is encouraging to me that we are all going through this together. Blessings to you!!!!

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