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tm_source=medium&utm_medium=referral">Unsplash</a></figcaption></figure>Do you know how fundamentally screwed we’d be? Or would we even notice? Would we be able to tell that he has abandoned us? Or are we too self absorbed with our own feelings and thoughts that we would just assume that nothing has changed.Because why would we notice, we gave to God to right?But it does feel like that sometimes doesn’t it? Like God has quit on you. When you’re up to your ears in debt or bills due and boom your car breaks down. When you’re sitting in your dorm room praying for the week to pass by because you have no food left. Or when you have to choose between paying your tithing and giving your kids warm water for the month.In those moments, it does in fact feel like God has abandoned us. But if we gave it to God, then why do I still have the problem, the pain? Like when we hold their hands for the last time, or see the pain in a child’s eyes as she comes to terms that her father won’t be coming home anymore. When we are ravished with an uncontrollable, unfathomable deep rooted pain.But I thought giving it to Him would be my absolution?I did. Rightfully so, when everything you believed in, everything you loved and worked for gets strapped from underneath you, it’s hard to trust His timing. That’s what makes us human. But there comes a point, just before it all goes to shit, where patience becomes virtue. This is a moment where you have nothing left, but Him.And it’s usually in those moments where He shows up, so wonderfully late that you have no choice but to believe that it is in fact Him.You see, I get it this article isn’t for everyone. Just like we sit in the back of the congregation and stink of skepticism as someone goes out of their way to tell his or her testimony. We find ourselves taking their version of events with a pinch of salt. I do it too, because we know that some people just lie bro, false prophecies and fabricated events that th

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ey swear by, their truth.But what about the people that aren’t lying? What about those who testify to His sovereign will because it was in fact that very sovereignty that gave them the will to carry on. To wait, to believe. To keep putting themselves in a position to accept Him when he eventually did show up.You see they gave it to God, but took ownership of the request.Which brings me to the point of this article. I see my relationship with God like an airplane taking off from a runway. You see, we love to say that we’re the passenger and God’s the pilot. God takes the wheel and all that jazz. No, I hate this analogy because it deprives us of responsibility. Of effort. I can’t just give it to Him and assume “Thy will be done”.So I see myself as the pilot. I need to make responsible decisions. Calculated risks. Sacrifices for those who are relying on me. I need to know where I am going even if I can’t see where I am going. I need to take all my focus, energy, experience and a whole lot of faith and put it into getting this plane in the sky. It requires you to be uncomfortable, it takes the most amount of the plane’s fuel and it is generally quite the terrifying experience.But then we hit cruising altitude. I take my hands off the controls and by some miracle this huge ass plane doesn’t drop out of the sky. I’ve tapped in my coordinates and I just know that we will end up at our destination. And this is where God takes the wheel. After all of your heavy lifting, your grafting, your prayer and your pain. That is where you get to witness the glory, real glory.We’re living in weird times ladies and gentlemen. And our general inclination is to either quit or run away from our responsibility by “giving it to God”. Nah, the plane is not going to fly itself fam. Just like your problems, your fears or your desires. You need to put yourself in a position to receive that which you have asked for, and the only way you can do that is by taking the damn wheel.</article></body>

I don’t let God take the wheel anymore….

We’ve all heard some version of the phrase:

“Give it to God”

Well, during these last few years I think we can all testify that this saying is so damn accurate.

The world we’re currently living in is kind of crazy. Okay, the world is bat-shit crazy and to be honest with everything going I’d be surprised if you weren’t questioning the current state of affairs.

Because we’re almost a whole 2 months into 2023 and you’ve probably had ample reason to quit. Quit the gym or your new diet. Quit on the part time course you’ve enrolled in to try and get that promotion they say you’re not qualified for yet you do the “job description” every damn day. Maybe you’re trying to quit the nightlife, drinking or that substance that has a John Cena type grip on your life. Whatever it is, I don’t blame you for quitting. I really don’t.

Look at the world we’re currently living in man. The Repo rate keeps skyrocketing, oil prices, gas prices, private school fees I mean bro have you seen the price of eggs recently? Shit, I might just go vegan and keep my lights on. So given all of the stressors in the world, why shouldn’t we quit, surely we have justification for our lack of follow through.

But what if God quit? Let’s think about it, what if God took one look at our society and said: “Aight Imma head out”.

Do you know how fundamentally screwed we’d be? Or would we even notice? Would we be able to tell that he has abandoned us? Or are we too self absorbed with our own feelings and thoughts that we would just assume that nothing has changed.

Because why would we notice, we gave to God to right?

But it does feel like that sometimes doesn’t it? Like God has quit on you. When you’re up to your ears in debt or bills due and boom your car breaks down. When you’re sitting in your dorm room praying for the week to pass by because you have no food left. Or when you have to choose between paying your tithing and giving your kids warm water for the month.

In those moments, it does in fact feel like God has abandoned us. But if we gave it to God, then why do I still have the problem, the pain? Like when we hold their hands for the last time, or see the pain in a child’s eyes as she comes to terms that her father won’t be coming home anymore. When we are ravished with an uncontrollable, unfathomable deep rooted pain.

But I thought giving it to Him would be my absolution?

I did. Rightfully so, when everything you believed in, everything you loved and worked for gets strapped from underneath you, it’s hard to trust His timing. That’s what makes us human. But there comes a point, just before it all goes to shit, where patience becomes virtue. This is a moment where you have nothing left, but Him.

And it’s usually in those moments where He shows up, so wonderfully late that you have no choice but to believe that it is in fact Him.

You see, I get it this article isn’t for everyone. Just like we sit in the back of the congregation and stink of skepticism as someone goes out of their way to tell his or her testimony. We find ourselves taking their version of events with a pinch of salt. I do it too, because we know that some people just lie bro, false prophecies and fabricated events that they swear by, their truth.

But what about the people that aren’t lying? What about those who testify to His sovereign will because it was in fact that very sovereignty that gave them the will to carry on. To wait, to believe. To keep putting themselves in a position to accept Him when he eventually did show up.

You see they gave it to God, but took ownership of the request.

Which brings me to the point of this article. I see my relationship with God like an airplane taking off from a runway. You see, we love to say that we’re the passenger and God’s the pilot. God takes the wheel and all that jazz. No, I hate this analogy because it deprives us of responsibility. Of effort. I can’t just give it to Him and assume “Thy will be done”.

So I see myself as the pilot. I need to make responsible decisions. Calculated risks. Sacrifices for those who are relying on me. I need to know where I am going even if I can’t see where I am going. I need to take all my focus, energy, experience and a whole lot of faith and put it into getting this plane in the sky. It requires you to be uncomfortable, it takes the most amount of the plane’s fuel and it is generally quite the terrifying experience.

But then we hit cruising altitude. I take my hands off the controls and by some miracle this huge ass plane doesn’t drop out of the sky. I’ve tapped in my coordinates and I just know that we will end up at our destination. And this is where God takes the wheel. After all of your heavy lifting, your grafting, your prayer and your pain. That is where you get to witness the glory, real glory.

We’re living in weird times ladies and gentlemen. And our general inclination is to either quit or run away from our responsibility by “giving it to God”. Nah, the plane is not going to fly itself fam. Just like your problems, your fears or your desires. You need to put yourself in a position to receive that which you have asked for, and the only way you can do that is by taking the damn wheel.