One of our biggest hurdles in life is realizing how many things we can’t do. And that can’t is not a dirty word.
Alcoholism can’t be controlled. Can’t be cured. All our efforts to control this raging wildfire on our own is going to end up burning us.
But how many have viewed “can’t” as a four letter word and just decided to try harder? To many I’m afraid, burn units full of us. But why? What is it about this little word that we find so offensive?
I believe that “can’t” speaks to our powerlessness and some of us are simply too prideful to admit that there is any situation we cannot fix, manipulate, control or even pray away.
Powerless… it just sounds wrong, our ego is deflated at the sound of the word. I do not like the word at all, and I really don’t like the feeling of being powerless.
But the more I embrace my powerlessness, the more power I find. True Strength as my Higher Power deals lovingly and fairly with everything that is outside of me and allows me to deal with what’s inside.
Can’t has morphed from a nasty four letter word into a cry of freedom. A wonderful admission of hope that my God has not left me here with unsolvable problems and hopeless situations.
I think I’ll let Him.
God is my strength and power: He maketh my way perfect. 2nd Samuel 22:22