What to Do When Life Spirals Out of Control

Margaret —  November 11, 2013 — 8 Comments

When Life Spirals Out of Control

My four-pound superpup, Hershey brings so much joy to my life. Even with his small size, he certainly packs a powerful punch in the ways God uses him in my life.

I think back to a few years ago when Leif and I met him for the first time.

Tiny. Timid. Fearful.

As we gently picked him up to take him home for the first time, fear filled his body. We were taking him from everything he knew and was familiar—and it showed.

No eye contact. Tail between the legs. His tiny body trembling.

The whole drive we tried to offer comfort. We stroked his soft fur. We held him close. We kept repeating: Trust me. You’re going to be okay. Just trust me little Hershey. We’re going to take care of you.  

But he didn’t listen or understand. Like a horse with blinders, he was only focused on the fear around him, not realizing that we had his best intentions in mind and the fullness of life we were offering him.

A God-thought filled my head. You do this, too.

I recognized God’s gentle whisper.

In the midst of change, I, too, fidget in fear. I try to hold tight to anything familiar. Blinded by fear, I am only focused on what could go wrong. I quake in my boots when all along God is whispering to me:

Trust me. I’ve got this all under control. Don’t be afraid my beloved. Don’t worry my child. Just trust.

Like Hershey, I find myself in situations where the ground is taken out from under me. Life begins to spiral out of control. I swing my arms frantically as I find anything to hold on to.

What to Do When Life Spirals Out of Control

When all along God is whispering, Trust me. I’ve got this. [Tweet this]

Not just in the adversity I'm facing, but whatever adversity you're facing, too.

Psalm 7:1 | Proverbs 3:5-6 | Proverbs 30:5

What spiritual lessons has your sweet pet taught you?

8 responses to What to Do When Life Spirals Out of Control

  1. Oh Margaret, this is so true and just what God has been echoing to me this entire year. I have whispered back “I trust you Lord” so many times not really knowing if I believed what I was saying but I knew I wanted it to be true! He has been faithful.
    On another note during times when life felt like it was spiraling out of control not a day went by without my little Oliver making me laugh, his spunky personality never fails to bring a chuckle to my lips even in the hardest times. I look at him rolling around in excitement to see me, hopping up and down to get my attention and presto JOY! So a couple lessons there, laughter is the best medicine and I believe The Lord is just excited when I walk in the room to meet with Him! AND possibly I should take the lesson from Oliver and be just that excited to meet with The Lord!

  2. You know Margaret, I have two very spoiled Shih-Tsu dogs (Callie and Kaleb). Shortly after mom died I was holding Kaleb (of course, it’s not because he’s spoiled and he now expects to be held).
    I was in the early stages of grief. Numb, alone, and just sad trying to wrap my mind around being parentless.

    Then I heard God say, “Just like Kaleb loves being held by you, I will hold you and carry you through this. Trust me. Even when you feel you can’t put one foot in front of the other. Trust Me, I will help you.” Well it’s 21 months later. I can tell you He’s the God of all comfort. I can tell you He’s the Sheppard of my Valley. He’s my rock and He carries me some days when I want to call mom and I can’t.

    I have to tell you this. Right after mom died, I told God, I feel like you’ve just dropped me off at the door of an orphanage. I was in foster care all my life God. YOu took my last living parent and now I’m just here to deal with it. Well, it wasn’t long after that I heard a familiar song I’ve sung all my life in church but never paid attention to the words UNTIL that day in church:

    From the door of an orphanage to the house of the King,
    No longer an outcast a new song I sing
    From rags unto riches from the weak to the strong
    I’m not worthy to be here but praise God I belong.

    I’m so glad I’m a a part of the family of God
    I’ve been washed in the fountain cleansed by His blood.
    Joint heirs with Jesus as we travel this sod,
    For I’m part of the family
    The Family of God.

    He showed me that day that the Family of God is my new family and I should lean on my new family for support, hard questions to ask, and embrace my new family and that I am NOT alone!

    Sorry this was long…;)

    Living Wonder Struck

  3. My dog Ebony was the same way when we first adopted him. He has come a long way in the trust department, but this reminder of where he started and how much I’m just the same is timely. Right now I am sorely tempted to retreat into panicked, no eye contact, tail between my legs (so to speak) mode about family reunion travel very soon. Because of health issues, what is a short excursion for the rest of the group looms before me like the walls of Jericho and all the -ites in the Promised Land. Your words and call to trust were just the reminder I needed today. Thank you. May the Lord continue to heal, guide, comfort, and provide for you in your cancer journey and whatever else He’s entrusted to you right now. Hebrews 13:20-21

  4. My Sophie has taught me how to really rest. She’s just a baby (just 6mos old) but she has such assurance of her security & safety with us! I have been prompted by God many times to take pictures of how she sleeps, for a blog post AND for my memory of what real resting & peace looks like!
    God bless you!

  5. My dog taught me that God loves us partly because we are His. When I start thinking that other people are better than me, so God must not want to bless me, I imagine myself getting a great bone from the butcher for Buddy, then giving it to someone else’s dog because they are better behaved or prettier. I realize I love Buddy and want to bless him because he is MINE, and I would never give his toys to another dog (although I might wait until he is obeying me to give it to him) and God feels the same way about us. He wants to bless us because we are His.

  6. Both of my fur babies are rescues. Piper is a Doxie/Jack Russell mix, a spunky little girl, my roommate brought her home at 6 months old. She was so timid and sweet from day 1. She came house trained and acclimated very quickly to me and my roommate. When we got Wicket we kept him in a big rubbermaid bin to protect him. Piper jumped right in there with him to keep him warm and cuddle with him. When she would play with him, she was so gentle. She would roll on he back and let him “attack” her. She was a great example to him, taught him how to ring the bell to go outside to go potty…Piper made having a puppy and puppy-training so much easier.

    Wicket is a Yorkie mix. He looked like Wicket the Ewok when he came home. My roommate rescued him at 6 weeks old and 1.2lbs, from a family she advocates for. He had been left outside since day 1. When we got him, he was crawling with fleas, had the mange and worms. Had my roommate left him, he would have died. A friend of ours was going to adopt him but had allergy problems so we kept him. He is now a healthy little boy at 10.6 lbs. He is a lover and the happiest little thing ever.

    My puppies teach me unconditional love, every day. They teach me pure joy and contentment.

  7. Margaret, a wonderful post. It would be great to be able to understand how Hershey let go of the fear. Was there something particular that allowed him to say, “Okay, I think I can trust them now.”?

    I heard something the other day I found really encouraging: “it’s okay to be afraid when you’re being brave.” Stepping out and trusting in God who does have our back, even when times are rotten and scary.

    I’m still convinced God gave Adam a nudge when it came to naming dogs. Surely, it can’t be coincidental that it’s an anagram of God? It amazes me how they demonstrate the selfless love that God so wants us to possess.

    Thank you for this encouraging post, Margaret. Standing with you, Leif & Hershey in prayer.

  8. Margret, I wish like all the others I could relate this some how too my dog.. But all I could think about was my own fear in regards to my breast cancer. When I read ( trust me I’ve got this all under control, don’t be afraid , my beloved don’t worry my child just trust.. All I could do is cry, I want so badly to let go of the fear and just trust my Lord and savior that everything is going to be ok..

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