The loss of control magnifies the gift of prayer.
If we keep forging ahead in life on our own, the thorns and thistles we collect will do more than just irritate. Left untreated, they will kill.
“Let the little children come to me and do not hinder them, for to such belongs the kingdom of heaven” (Matt. 19:14).
In the end, no matter how hard you work to avoid it, death towers over you and remorselessly says, “I win. I always do.” And what are you to say?
“Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal, but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven.”