It is an interesting thing how we human beings think we have control of everything in our life.

A principal friend was telling me about parents who want to know about every aspect of the next school year now, including how the classrooms will be decorated.

A senior in high school was telling me last week about how it seems like they can’t enjoy their last days being a high schooler because everyone around them asks about college and what they are going to do after college.

I am going a bit crazy because there has been work going on at my apartment building since the beginning of March that required me to move all my plants and things off my balcony into my apartment and causes unpredictable parking issues each day.

Control.

We want it.

Do you know who really has it?

God.

COVID 19 reminded me that I don’t have the control I think I have.

The unexpected and sudden death of my dad reminded me that I don’t have the control I think I have.

Even work being done where I live reminds me that I don’t have the control I think I have.

He answered them, “It is not for you to know the times or seasons that the Father has established by his own authority.” Acts 1:7

This coming Sunday we celebrate Jesus’ Ascension to Heaven.

Just before He ascended, the apostles were asking Him questions, wanting to know what’s coming, wanting that sense of control.

The verse above was Jesus’ answer to them then and is His answer to us now.

We need to surrender ourselves to the truth that God cares for us every moment.

He has control.

This week each time I am frustrated by the maze of plants my apartment is right now or by having to move my car out of the parking structure by 7 a.m., or get a wave of grief of the loss of my dad, I will thank God for the reminder to surrender myself to Him.