I’ve always been controlling, and a little bit nosey, having to know everything. God has shown me a type of love, the perfect love, the only love I’ve ever been 100% satisfied with. It’s confusing thinking about and doesn’t line up to the characteristics I’ve displayed, because I never know what He is doing and I’m never in control, and yet I am completely and perfectly lost and left without control in the most beautiful way possible. While with everyone and everything else I say “what can I do, change, get my hands on?”, “I want to know”, with Him something in me says “who cares, you don’t need to know”, “you’re safe”, “you can trust Me”. // And yet still my soul sometimes doesn’t rest in the only Perfect thing I’ve ever known. How silly is the human, and our false comforts.