Well, hello there blog. Missed you last week. I was constantly behind the eight ball and was constantly surprised by forgotten event after forgotten event. Yeah, it was bad. So, I just couldn’t find the time to sit down and put my thoughts here. Oh, well. Moving on.
Monday morning meditations are stream-of-consciousness writing with a one-word prompt (for as long as I like). I was going to write about plenty, but I think I am going to write about control. Control is a current theme in my life right now, particularly because I am in therapy (yet, again) and we are talking about how this plays out in my life. And, I have a lot of feelings and thoughts on the subject. So, here we go…
People say that having control is an illusion. I say that’s not true. I have been controlled by other people many times in my life. Anyone that has authority has control over other people. A child is controlled by all of the adults in his life. Adults tell a child where to go, what to do, how to do it, and punish any transgressions. I don’t think this is a bad thing. I think this is a good thing because a child needs to be guided in how to be a good citizen of the society they are born into. It becomes a bad thing when control is used as a means to subvert and dominate for no other purpose than impose one’s will on the other person. And this is no illusion. A person that forces another person to do something bad or against their will has control of the other person.
My experiences as a child were of being controlled and forced to do things that I didn’t want to, or should, do. By many people. My mother continued to control me until I left home. And, after I left home, she still had a hold over me until she died. There was not a place I could go without looking over my shoulder in fear that she would show up and I would have to run and hide for face her. Even as an adult, my mother controlled me with fear. When she died, I felt so relieved. I didn’t have to worry anymore. The control was gone. Trust me when I say that not feeling guilty about this is a struggle.
This feels like an awful shame to me.
But at least my fear of being controlled explains why I behave like I do in certain situations. And there has been plenty of that going on in my adult life. He wants me to trust Him and to understand my choices. There goes God again, working all things together for the good of me who love Him. Healing can begin and I can look to God to help me understand what is really going on in a situation that feels like I’m being controlled by another person. I can choose to submit myself to someone else’s authority, or not. The “or not” part is freeing and puts the choice in my hands. The best part of this is that I can look to God to help me understand my choices and walk into a situation with my eyes wide-open of my own free will.
It’s my choice now.