Could it be that as my sense of control over my life fades, that my sense of life goodness increases? That seems to be the case right now. As I continue to beat down my obsession with "hands on" living, I’m finding increasing amounts of faith that things will turn out for the good, as the Word promises.
Could it be that when we’re in control, we instinctively know that we have a tendency to screw things up, resulting in paranoid living? And that when we release control, we instinctively know that the Spirit is much more competent to lead and that everything will be alright?
Could it be that our spirit longs to be guided by a superior–the Holy Spirit–rather than an inferior such as our soul (i.e. our mind, will and emotions)? Could God have been that clever?