For the last week and a half, I have been breaking out in hives. They started on my legs and are creeping to my lower back, side, and arms. I have blamed this on stress and deemed it natural considering I will be moving across the world in exactly two weeks.
But I am tired of finding them all over my body. Today I see these as a reminder of what happens when you try to control your own life.
I have 2 weeks till I move across the world. I am trying to make every second count, get in every last goodbye, make every last memory. I am suffocating the control of every detail through my clenched fist, and it’s not working out so great.
Last night in the shower I was in deep thought. I don’t want to be in control and try to plan out every detail. I want and I need God to, because right now I’m just stressing and breaking out in hives.
So I took the hives as a reminder to daily turn over the reigns in prayer, and to keep trusting. All I have to do is put one foot in front of the other, and soon I’ll be walking across Sydney’s airport to pick up my luggage. This is probably the hardest thing I will ever do in my life, but: