I rush about like a mad person, wailing about how I’ll never get it all done, while God watches with a shaking head and beckons me closer. I’ve caught glimpses of what it is like to put Him at the center and let Him be my gravity. I know for a fact that He can ground me and set me on a steady course. But I keep pushing away, setting myself spinning into space in the process, because I don’t want to be weak. I want to be strong enough. I want to prove that I can manage at least this. I am a big girl. I don’t need holding any more. … More The Secret to Being an Adult