Last week I blogged about how I am a perfectionist and I’m very obsessive.

What I didn’t mention last week is that I am also a control freak.

I suppose it goes without saying, control freak, obsessive and perfectionist, all hold hands. Rarely does one of them go somewhere without the other.

When I find myself “stuck”, I remind myself that only God is perfect and in control.

This friendly reminder is always a relief, and I thank God for this way of escape.

But then I grab the hands of control freak again, and we take off running…

Knowing that we only get one shot at this life down here as we know it, the control freak in me is determined that every day is going to be a good day.

Sure, some days are better than others, but I wake up each day thinking, if today’s the day I have to die, it’s going to at least be on a good day.

I’m pretty sure sometimes God shakes his head at me and thinks, this girl!

But then I point out to him Jeremiah 1:5 where it reads, “Before I formed thee in the belly I knew thee…”

~missy salcido wead