LIFE

Are you the passenger or the pilot of your life?

I was listening to a sermon on the radio yesterday and I heard this wonderful phrase:

You’re not the passenger; you’re the pilot.

pilot-of-a-plane

I’ve probably written more on the subject of personal responsibility than just about anything else.

Even as I typed that statement above, I thought about how often I don’t live my life that way. It’s as though I never wrote a word of it.

I still, on occasion, blame someone else for my bad mood. I sometimes still shrink from accepting responsibility for my actions. I sometimes still don’t remember I’m the author of my words.

I’m just like you in this regards. But that doesn’t mean anything I’ve written is wrong. It’s all true and it’s all true for every one of us.

However your day is going today, remember YOU are the one piloting the plane. No one else but you has the controls in their hands. It’s all on you. It’s all on me.

It’s easier to blame others. This is true for everyone. 

If you need some encouragement, here’s some links you might want to check out:

https://faithsighanddiy.com/2015/07/02/blaming-god/

https://faithsighanddiy.com/2013/06/30/managing-depression-2/

https://faithsighanddiy.com/2015/02/26/a-sad-picturegods-wrath/

https://faithsighanddiy.com/2014/05/29/todays-choice/

Hope these help.

God bless and have a good day.

 

 

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  1. So glad you went but I understand completely not going to church sometimes. Been there myself. See me times it seems the last place to find God. Don’t think
    that how it’s supposed to be but many churches are more of an organization than they are a church. And yet, it’s a good thing. God bless you.

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  2. I may be the pilot, but I often fly off course. (It’s a good thing I had a real pilot, on the flight back to Chicago, from San Antonio. Who would’ve thought that those fluffy looking clouds could be so bumpy?) I think my course is still trying stay off-course, but I did finally defeat those words in my head that have been keeping me from going to church all summer. I told the person picking me up, not to accept any excuses! She didn’t need to. I went willingly. And two hours later, when someone asked how I was doing, my response was the same, “Better than I was two hours ago.) That is a good thing, I guess.

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