Control promises safety but cannot deliver it. When money convinces the soul it is in charge, trust erodes. Scripture calls us back to a simpler confession: if the Lord wills.

When control slips through your fingers, remember who holds it steady. Peace begins where your grip ends—when Christ rules the heart and aligns it with the Father’s will.

Control wears many disguises. Sometimes it is loud, demanding, unyielding. Other times, it creeps in quietly, hidden in tones of sarcasm or the whisper of a passive-aggressive remark. But the intent is the same: to bend people and circumstances toward our will.